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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Kangaroo

Kangaroo


Delicate mother Kangaroo
Sitting up there rabbit-wise, but huge, plump-weighted,
And lifting her beautiful slender face, oh! so much more …

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Intimates

Intimates


Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.


I handed her the mirror, and said:
Please address these questions to the prope…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

In a Boat

In a Boat

See the stars, love,
In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter,
Like nenuphars.


Star-shado…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

How Beastly the Bourgeois Is

How Beastly the Bourgeois Is

How beastly the bourgeois is
especially the male of the species--


Presentable, eminently presentable-shall

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Green

Green


The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.


She opened her ey…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Giorno dei Morti

Giorno dei Morti

Along the avenue of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
The priests in gold…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Elegy

Elegy


Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near,
And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near,
The white moon going among them li…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Excursion

Excursion


I wonder, can the night go by;
Can this shot arrow of travel fly
Shaft-golden with light, sheer into the sky

Of a dawned to-m…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Dreams

Dreams


All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was van…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Dreams Old

Dreams Old

I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill
Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon
Is full of dreams, my love, the boy…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Discipline

Discipline


It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane,
The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging with flattened leaves;

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Dissolute

Dissolute


Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps c…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Craving for Spring

Craving for Spring

I wish it were spring in the world.


Let it be spring!
Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap!
Come, rush of creation! <…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Conceit

Conceit


It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.


Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mor…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Brother and Sister

Brother and Sister

The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,
Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky,
Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Blue

Blue


The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
The edge of the blue, and the sun stands up to see us glide
Slowly into another da…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Beautiful Old Age

Beautiful Old Age

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


The wr…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Belief

Belief


Forever nameless
Forever unknwon
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Bat

Bat


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 b…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Baby Tortoise

Baby Tortoise

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,…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

A Youth Mowing

A Youth Mowing

There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four
Sharp breaths taken: yea, and I
Am sorr…

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

Anxiety

Anxiety


The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
The crisping steam of a train


Melts in the air, while two black birds
Sweep past the …

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

A Spiritual Woman

A Spiritual Woman

Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;

They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,

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D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence

A Passing Bell

A Passing Bell

Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving;
What did you say, my dear?
The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child…

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