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After Many Years  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
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Anxiety  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
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.
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At The Window  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters
Something which sets the black poplars ashake with hysterical laughter;
While slowly the house of day is closing its eastern shutters.
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Baby Asleep After Pain, A  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower...
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Baby Running Barefoot, A  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass
The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind,
They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water...
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Bei Hennef  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
All the troubles and anxieties and pains,
Gone under the twilight.
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Blue  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
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...
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Bride, The  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
My love looks like a girl to-night,
But she is old.
The plaits that lie along her pillow
Are not gold...
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Brooding Grief  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
A yellow leaf from the darkness
Hops like a frog before me.
Why should I start and stand still?
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Brother And Sister  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,
Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky,
Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath
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