A Winter's Tale, by D. H. Lawrence
YESTERDAY the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardl...
Poems by D. H. Lawrence
Submergence, by D. H. Lawrence
WHEN along the pavement,
Palpitating flames of life,
People flicker round me,
I forget my b...
Suburbs on a Hazy Day, by D. H. Lawrence
O STIFFLY shapen houses that change not,
What conjuror's cloth was thrown across you,
and rai...
Tarentella, by D. H. Lawrence
SAD as he sits on the white sea-stone
And the suave sea chuckles, and turns to the moon,
And ...
Tease, by D. H. Lawrence
I WILL give you all my keys,
You shall be my châ telaine,
You shall enter as you please...
Thief in the Night, by D. H. Lawrence
LAST night a thief came to me
And struck at me with something dark.
I cried, but no one could ...
Troth with the Dead, by D. H. Lawrence
THE moon is broken in twain, and half a moon
Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sk...
Under the Oak, by D. H. Lawrence
You, if you were sensible,
When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,
You ...
Virgin Youth, by D. H. Lawrence
Now and again
All my body springs alive,
And the life that is polarised in my eyes,
That qui...
The Virgin Mother, by D. H. Lawrence
MY little love, my darling,
You were a doorway to me;
You let me out of the confines
Into t...
Winter in the Boulevard, by D. H. Lawrence
THE frost has settled down upon the trees
And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies
Of leaves ...
The Wild Common, by D. H. Lawrence
THE quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating fla...
Week-Night Service, by D. H. Lawrence
THE five old bells
Are hurrying and eagerly calling,
Imploring, protesting
They know, but c...
A White Blossom, by D. H. Lawrence
A tiny moon as white and small as a single jasmine flower
Leans all alone above my window, on n...
Wedding Morn, by D. H. Lawrence
The morning breaks like a pomegranate
In a shining crack of red,
Ah, when tomorrow the dawn c...