Poems by D. H. Lawrence

MANY years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshrine
A d...

OUTSIDE the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,
And at night when the wind arose, the l...

IT is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane,
The thin sycamores in the play...

What large, dark hands are those at the window
Lifted, grasping the golden light
Which weaves...

WHEN I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall,
The sunshine swam in a shoal across a...

And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk
A floc...

LOVE has crept out of her sealé d heart
As a field-bee, black and amber,
Breaks from t...

THE darkness steals the forms of all the queens,
But oh, the palms of his two black hands are ...

THE clouds are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you,
While north of them all, at...

YOURS is the shame and sorrow
But the disgrace is mine;
Your love was dark and thorough,
Min...

I saw the midlands
Revolve through her hair;
The fields of autumn
Stretching bare,
And shee...

ALWAYS, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry,
Almond and apple a...

I LOOK at the swaling sunset
And wish I could go also
Through the red doors beyond the black-pu...

SINCE you did depart
Out of my reach, my darling,
Into the hidden,
I see each shadow start
...

IN the choir the boys are singing the hymn.
The morning light on their lips
Moves in silver-moi...