Bei Hennef, by D. H. Lawrence
The little river twittering in the twilight,
The wan, wondering look of the pale sky,
This i...
Poems by D. H. Lawrence
Birdcage Walk, by D. H. Lawrence
WHEN the wind blows her veil
And uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind bl...
Blue, by D. H. Lawrence
THE earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
The edge of the blue, and the sun s...
The Bride, by D. H. Lawrence
MY love looks like a girl to-night,
But she is old.
The plaits that lie along her pillow
Are ...
Brooding Grief, by D. H. Lawrence
A YELLOW leaf from the darkness
Hops like a frog before me.
Why should I start and stand still?...
Brother and Sister, by D. H. Lawrence
THE shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,
Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky,
Draw...
Cherry Robbers, by D. H. Lawrence
Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red
In the hair of an Eastern girl
Shine strings of ...
Anxiety, by D. H. Lawrence
THE hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two...