David Herbert Lawrence
Born in September 11, 1885 / Died in March 2, 1930 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by David Herbert Lawrence
To Women As Far As I'm Concerned
... If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them ...
Beautiful Old Age
... Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -And a young man should think: By Jove ...
A Baby Asleep after Pain
... But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain ...
Elegy
... The white moon going among them like a white bird among snow-berries, ...
Silence
... With a loud, hoarse sigh: Or the wind shakes a ravel of light ...
Baby Tortoise
... om your little wimpleAnd set forward, slow-dragging, on your four-pinned toes, Rowing slowly forward ...
The Elephant Is Slow To Mate
... and drink and browseand dash in panic through the brake ...
How Beastly The Bourgeois Is
... rather nasty-- How beastly the bourgeois is!Standing in their thousands, these appearances, in damp ...
A Winter's Tale
... The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow ...
Discipline
... But whosoever would pluck apart my flowering shall burn their hands, ...
Mystery
... I lift to you My bowl of kisses, ...
In a Boat
... The heavens are not shaken, you say, love, ...
Brother and Sister
... To nought, diminishing each stars glitter, Since Death has delivered us utterly, naked and white, ...
Sorrow
... Of her soft-foot malady, I should find, for a reprimand ...
Irony
... Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart ...
