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Born in September 11, 1885 / Died in March 2, 1930 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by David Herbert Lawrence

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Craving for Spring

... ing, make havoc of them!I trample on the snowdrops, it gives me pleasure to tread down the jonquils, ...

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Troth with the Dead

... They buried her half in the grave when they laid her away ...

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Study

... (Work, work, you fool——!)Somewhere the lamp hanging low from the ceiling ...

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New Year's Eve

... This fiery coat!As the darkness flickers and dips, ...

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Mating

... Lift of the pulsing wind—ah, tell me you know!Ah, surely! Ah, sure from the golden sun ...

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Dreams Old

... Of the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed dreams lure the unoceaned explorer ...

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Willy Wet-Leg

... He’s resigned, and when you hit him ...

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Discord in Childhood

... The other voice in a silence of blood, ’neath the noise of the ash ...

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Conundrums

... shocks you through and through!Tell me what's wrong ...

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The Gods! The Gods!

... shy and alone, was washing herself under a tap and the glimmer of the presence of the gods was like ...

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Last Words to Miriam

... With a quivering sweet wisdom of grace: but now ...

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The Virgin Mother

... Alone, my dear!Let the last word be uttered, ...

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Lotus Hurt by the Cold

... This woman who likes to love me: but she turns ...

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Epilogue

... When the daffodillies are dead, and a woman of the dog-days holds you in gage ...

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Snap-Dragon

... The gorge of the gaping flower, till the blood did float Over my eyes and I was blind -- ...