David Herbert Lawrence
Born in September 11, 1885 / Died in March 2, 1930 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by David Herbert Lawrence
At the Window
... To the face that leans from the darkness, intent, with two dark-filled eyes ...
Dolor of Autumn
... As well in the scents that slink Abroad: I in this naked berry ...
Service of all the Dead
... With pale shut face, and neither hears not feels The coming of the chaunting choristers ...
Firelight and Nightfall
... But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
Submergence
... The streets long outstretched Milky Way,When people flicker down the pavement, ...
Reproach
... You are strong and passive and beautiful, ...
Dreams Nascent
... Eyes where I can watch the swim of old dreams reflected on the molten metal of dreams, ...
A Passing Bell
... It is such a little thing!A wet bird walks on the lawn, call to the boy to come and look, ...
Giorno dei Morti
... With pale shut face, nor either hears nor feels The coming of the chanting choristers ...
Meeting Among the Mountains
... Feel the shame-wounds in his hands pierce through my own, ...
Liaison
... With their little pale signs on the wall, to try us ...
Excursion
... Unfruitful sorrow! What is it then that you can see ...
The Inheritance
... To me, and I answer, Yes!So I am not lonely nor sad ...
The Hands of the Betrothed
... How it stirs like a subtle stoat, whatever she thinks!And often I see her clench her fingers tight ...
Grey Evening
... all is reaped And garnered that the golden daylight yields ...
