Life poems

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Virgin Youth

© David Herbert Lawrence

Now and again
All my body springs alive,
And the life that is polarised in my eyes,
That quivers between my eyes and mouth,

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Tortoise Shout

© David Herbert Lawrence

War-cry, triumph, acute-delight, death-scream reptilian,
Why was the veil torn?
The silken shriek of the soul's torn membrane?
The male soul's membrane
Torn with a shriek half music, half horror.

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Bat

© David Herbert Lawrence

At evening, sitting on this terrace,
When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara
Departs, and the world is taken by surprise ...

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Break of Day in the Trenches

© Isaac Rosenberg


The darkness crumbles away

It is the same old druid Time as ever,

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Cruelty and Love

© David Herbert Lawrence

What large, dark hands are those at the window
Lifted, grasping in the yellow light
Which makes its way through the curtain web
At my heart to-night?

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Thought

© David Herbert Lawrence

Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas
I despise that self-important game.
Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,

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Tortoise Family Connections

© David Herbert Lawrence

On he goes, the little one,
Bud of the universe,
Pediment of life.
Setting off somewhere, apparently.
Whither away, brisk egg?

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Twilight Music

© George Meredith

Know you the low pervading breeze

That softly sings

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The Dead Christ

© Julia Ward Howe

Take the dead Christ to my chamber,

The Christ I brought from Rome;

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We are Transmitters

© David Herbert Lawrence

And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.

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If You are a Man

© David Herbert Lawrence

If you are a man, and believe in the destiny of mankind
then say to yourself: we will cease to care
about property and money and mechanical devices,
and open our consciousness to the deep, mysterious life
that we are now cut off from.

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Drunk

© David Herbert Lawrence

Too far away, oh love, I know,
To save me from this haunted road,
Whose lofty roses break and blow
On a night-sky bent with a load

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This Dog

© Rabindranath Tagore

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The Witch's Frolic

© Richard Harris Barham

Thou mayest have read, my little boy Ned,
Though thy mother thine idlesse blames,
In Doctor Goldsmith's history book,
Of a gentleman called King James,
In quilted doublet, and great trunk breeches,
Who held in abhorrence tobacco and witches.

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How Beastly The Bourgeois Is

© David Herbert Lawrence

Isn't he handsome? Isn't he healthy? Isn't he a fine specimen?
Doesn't he look the fresh clean Englishman, outside?
Isn't it God's own image? tramping his thirty miles a day
after partridges, or a little rubber ball?
wouldn't you like to be like that, well off, and quite the
thing

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Love And Loss

© Madison Julius Cawein

Loss molds our lives in many ways,
  And fills our souls with guesses;
  Upon our hearts sad hands it lays
  Like some grave priest that blesses.

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Baby Tortoise

© David Herbert Lawrence

You know what it is to be born alone,
Baby tortoise!
The first day to heave your feet little by little from the shell,
Not yet awake,
And remain lapsed on earth,
Not quite alive.

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A Baby Asleep after Pain

© David Herbert Lawrence

As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears

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The Me Within Thee Blind!

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

‘Since God is lost, then all is lost indeed.
You did not know the comfort or the need
Of God for me, who am so frail and weak.
Blown by all winds, I know not where to seek.

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Beautiful Old Age

© David Herbert Lawrence

It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.