Love Poems and Others

By D. H. Lawrence

Wedding Morn
Kisses in the Train
Cruelty and Love
Cherry Robbers
Lilies in the Fire
Coldness in Love
End of another Home-Holiday
Reminder
Bei Hennef
Lightning
Song-Day in Autumn
Aware
A Pang of Reminiscence
A White Blossom
Red Moon-Rise
Return
The Appeal
Repulsed
Dream-Confused
Corot
Morning Work
Transformations
Renascence
Dog-Tired
Michael-Angelo
DIALECT POEMS:—
Violets
Whether or Not
A Collier's Wife
The Drained Cup
THE SCHOOLMASTER:—
I. A Snowy Day in School
II. The Best of School
III. Afternoon in School

• Language: English
• Publisher: anboco
• Release date: Jun 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9783736419421

D. H. Lawrence

David Herbert Lawrence was born on 11th September 1881 in Eastwood, a small mining village in Nottinghamshire, in the English Midlands. Despite ill health as a child and a comparatively disadvantageous position in society, he became a teacher in 1908, and took up a post in a school in Croydon, south of London. His first novel, The White Peacock, was published in 1911, and from then until his death he wrote feverishly, producing poetry, novels, essays, plays travel books and short stories, while travelling around the world, settling for periods in Italy, New Mexico and Mexico. He married Frieda Weekley in 1914 and died of tuberculosis in 1930.

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LOVE POEMS

AND OTHERS

BY D. H. LAWRENCE

AUTHOR OF THE WHITE PEACOCK THE TRESPASSER

WEDDING MORN

The morning breaks like a pomegranate

Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late

It will find me watching at the marriage gate

On him who is sleeping satiate,

And when the dawn comes creeping in,

Myself to watch the morning win

As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got

He grows distinct, and I see his hot

Then I shall know which image of God

And I shall know my bitter rod

And I shall know the stamp and worth

Shall see an image of heaven or of earth

Yea and I long to see him sleep

I long to know what I have to keep,

My love, that spinning coin, laid still

For me to count—for I know he will

And then he will be mine, he will lie

Opening his value plain to my eye

He will lie negligent, resign

Shall watch the dawn light up for me

And I shall watch the wan light shine

On his brow where the wisps of fond hair twine

On his lips where the light breaths come and go

On his limbs that I shall weep to know

KISSES IN THE TRAIN

I saw the midlands

The fields of autumn

And sheep on the pasture

And still as ever

My mouth on her pulsing

And my breast to her beating

But my heart at the centre

Was still as a pivot,

On its prowling orbit

And still in my nostrils

And still my wet mouth

And still one pulse

And the world all whirling

Like the dance of a dervish

My sense—and my reason

But firm at the centre

Her own to my perfect

Like a magnet’s keeper

CRUELTY AND LOVE

What large, dark hands are those at the window

Lifted, grasping the golden light

Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves

Ah, only the leaves! But in the west,

In the west I see a redness come

Over the evening’s burning breast—

Oh, water-hen, beside the rushes

Hide your quaint, unfading blushes,

Still your quick tail, and lie