Category Archives: David Herbert Lawrence (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

poem – new year’s night

Now you are mine, to-night at last I say it; You’re a dove I have bought for sacrifice, And to-night I slay it. Here in my arms my naked sacrifice! Death, do you hear, in my arms I am bringing … Continue reading

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poem – study

Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel, Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads back, Stirred by an impetuous wind. Some ways’ll All be sweet with white and blue violet. (Hush now, hush. Where … Continue reading

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poem – trust

Oh we’ve got to trust one another again in some essentials. Not the narrow little bargaining trust that says: I’m for you if you’ll be for me. – But a bigger trust, a trust of the sun that does not … Continue reading

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poem – butterfly

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward, strong beyond the garden-wall! Butterfly, why do you settle on my shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe, Lifting your veined wings, lifting them? big white butterfly! Already it is October, and the wind … Continue reading

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poem – the white horse

The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in silence. They are so silent, they are in another world.

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poem – humming bird

I can imagine, in some other world Primeval-dumb, far back In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed, Humming-birds raced down the avenues. Before anything had a soul, While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate, This … Continue reading

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poem – snake

A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And … Continue reading

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