All Poems
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Lui Et Elle
© David Herbert Lawrence
She is large and matronly
And rather dirty,
A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it.
Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year
And put up with her husband,
I don't know.
The Sunflower
© James Montgomery
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand,
And on the sun's noon-glory gaze:
Anxiety
© David Herbert Lawrence
The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
Sweep past the window again.
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?
Boyish Sleep
© Hamlin Garland
And all night long we lie in sleep,
Too sweet to sigh in, or to dream,
After Many Days
© David Herbert Lawrence
I WONDER if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!
Bavarian Gentians
© David Herbert Lawrence
Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
The Dead Christ
© Julia Ward Howe
Take the dead Christ to my chamber,
The Christ I brought from Rome;
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.
The Lady Visitor In The Pauper Ward
© Robert Graves
Why do you break upon this old, cool peace,
This painted peace of ours,
Nothing To Save
© David Herbert Lawrence
There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.
The Comedian As The Letter C: 03 - Approaching Carolina
© Wallace Stevens
The book of moonlight is not written yet
Nor half begun, but, when it is, leave room
Patience
© David Herbert Lawrence
Whither I turn and set
Like a needle steadfastly,
Waiting ever to get
The news that she is free;
But ever fixed, as yet,
To the lode of her agony.
They Shall Be Mine, Saith The Lord
© John Newton
When sinners utter boasting words,
And glory in their shame;
The Lord, well-pleased, an ear affords
To those who fear his name.
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.
Autobiography At An Air-Station
© Philip Larkin
Six hours pass: if I'd gone by boat last night
I'd be there now. Well, it's too late for that.
The kiosk girl is yawning. I fell stale,
Stupified, by inaction - and, as light
Begins to ebb outside, by fear, I set
So much on this Assumption. Now it's failed.
The Song of a Man Who has Come Through
© David Herbert Lawrence
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
