by D. H. Lawrence
YOU promised to send me some violets. Did you
forget?
White ones and blue ones from under the orchard
hedge?
Sweet dark purple, and white ones mixed for a
pledge
Of our early love that hardly … Read the rest Category: D. H. Lawrence
Tarantella
by D. H. Lawrence
SAD as he sits on the white sea-stone And the suave sea chuckles, and turns to the moon, And the moon significant smiles at the cliffs and the boulders. He sits like a shade by the… Read the rest
Love storm
by D. H. Lawrence
MANY roses in the wind Are tapping at the window-sash. A hawk is in the sky; his wings Slowly begin to plash. The roses with the west wind rapping Are torn away, and a splash Of… Read the rest
The north country
by D. H. Lawrence
IN another country, black poplars shake them-
selves over a pond,
And rooks and the rising smoke-waves scatter and
wheel from the works beyond;
The air is dark with north and with sulphur, the
grass is … Read the rest Narcissus
by D. H. Lawrence
WHERE the minnows trace A glinting web quick hid in the gloom of the brook, When I think of the place And remember the small lad lying intent to look Through the shadowy face At the… Read the rest
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 hear me, I lay dumb and stark. When I awoke this morning I could find no… Read the rest
Next morning
by D. H. Lawrence
How have I wandered here to this vaulted room
In the house of life?—the floor was ruffled with gold
Last evening, and she who was softly in bloom,
Glimmered as flowers that in perfume at twilight
… Read the rest Twenty years ago
by D. H. Lawrence
ROUND the house were lilacs and strawberries And foal-foots spangling the paths, And far away on the sand-hills, dewberries Caught dust from the sea's long swaths. Up the wolds the woods were walking, And nuts fell… Read the rest
On that day
by D. H. Lawrence
ON that day
I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave
With multitude of white roses: and since you were
brave
One bright red ray.
So people, passing under
The ash-trees of the valley-road, … Read the rest Two-fold
by D. H. Lawrence
How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur
cleaving
All with a flash of blue!—when will she be leaving
Her room, where the night still hangs like a half-
folded bat,
And passion unbearable seethes … Read the rest