David Herbert Lawrence (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)
A Youth Mowing
There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four
Sharp breaths taken: yea, and I
Am sorry for what's in store.
The first man out of the four that's mowing
Is mine, I claim him once and for all;
Though it's sorry I am, on his young feet, knowing
None of the trouble he's led to stall.
As he sees me bringing the dinner, he lifts
His head as proud as a deer that looks
Shoulder-deep out of the corn; and wipes
His scythe-blade bright, unhooks
The scythe-stone and over the stubble to me.
Lad, thou hast gotten a child in me,
Laddie, a man thou'lt ha'e to be,
Yea, though I'm sorry for thee.
David Herbert Lawrence's Other Poems
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- A Baby Running Barefoot
- A Love Song
- A Passing Bell
- A Sane Revolution
- A Spiritual Woman
- A Winter's Tale
- A Youth Mowing
- After Many Days
- At the Window
- Baby Tortoise
- Ballad of Another Ophelia
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