Bay

By D. H. Lawrence

'Bay' is a collection of DH Lawrence poetry. His innovative perspectives and techniques rendered him a persecuted, censored, and misrepresented artist during his own lifetime. However, it is exactly this innovation and the dynamic nature of his work that continuously earns him the title of a celebrated, classic author today. This exploration of human relationships, sensuality, and sexuality amongst other things is no exception to the excellence of his entire body of work.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: SAGA Egmont
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9788726954692

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.

Book preview

Guards!

A Review in Hyde Park 1913.

The Crowd Watches.

WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and

blue-tinted in the distance,

Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey-

green park

Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of

guards

Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay-

onets' slant rain.

Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse

Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh,

And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant

In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling—ineffable

tedium!

So! So! Gaily a general canters across the space,

With white plumes blinking under the evening grey

sky.

And suddenly, as if the ground moved

The red range heaves in slow, magnetic reply.

Evolutions of soldiers

The red range heaves and compulsory sways, ah see!

in the flush of a march

Softly-impulsive advancing as water towards a