Listening (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as I talk, And take them in thrall. continue reading
Lotus Hurt By The Cold (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) How many times, like lotus lilies risen Upon the surface of a river, there Have risen floating on my blood the rare Soft glimmers of my hope escaped from prison. continue reading
Love Song, A (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Reject me not if I should say to you I do forget the sounding of your voice, I do forget your eyes that searching through The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice. continue reading
Malade (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window The tassel of the blind swings gently, tapping the pane, As a little wind comes in. continue reading
Mystery (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Now I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God’s excesses. continue reading
Mystic Blue, The (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping continue reading
On The Balcony (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Adown the pale-green glacier river floats A dark boat through the gloom— and whither? The thunder roars But still we have each other!
Passing Bell, A (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) 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 Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob— Yes, my love, I hear. continue reading
Patience (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) A wind comes from the north Blowing little flocks of birds Like spray across the town, continue reading
