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The Enkindled Spring / D.H. Lawrence



This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, 
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, 
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between 
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. 

The End / D.H. Lawrence



If I could have put you in my heart, 
If but I could have wrapped you in myself, 
How glad I should have been! 
And now the chart 
Of memory unrolls again to me 
The course of our journey here, before we had to part. 

The Bride / D.H. Lawrence

My love looks like a girl to-night, 
But she is old. 
The plaits that lie along her pillow 
Are not gold, 
But threaded with filigree, 
And uncanny cold. 

Tease / D.H. Lawrence

I will give you all my keys, 
You shall be my châtelaine, 
You shall enter as you please, 
As you please shall go again. 

Tarantella / D.H. Lawrence



Sad as he sits on the white sea-stone 
And the suave sea chuckles, and turns to the moon, 
And the moon significant smiles at the cliffs and the boulders. 
He sits like a shade by the flood alone 
While I dance a tarantella on the rocks, and the croon 
Of my mockery mocks at him over the waves' bright shoulders. 

Suburbs on a Hazy Day / D.H. Lawrence

O stiffly shapen houses that change not, 
What conjuror's cloth was thrown across you, and raised 
To show you thus transfigured, changed, 
Your stuff all gone, your menace almost rased? 

Submergence / D.H. Lawrence



When along the pavement, 
Palpitating flames of life, 
People flicker round me, 
I forget my bereavement, 
The gap in the great constellation, 
The place where a star used to be. 

Study / D.H. Lawrence

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 am I?--Biuret--)

Sorrow / D.H. Lawrence



Why does the thin grey strand 
Floating up from the forgotten 
Cigarette between my fingers, 
Why does it trouble me? 

Snap Dragon / D.H. Lawrence



She bade me follow to her garden, where 
The mellow sunlight stood as in a cup 
Between the old grey walls; I did not dare 
To raise my face, I did not dare look up, 
Lest her bright eyes like sparrows should fly in 
My windows of discovery, and shrill "Sin." 

Snake / D.H. Lawrence



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 must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.

Silence / D.H. Lawrence

Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, 
Sounds wave their little wings 
A moment, then in weariness settle 
On the flood that soundless swings. 

Sigh No More / D.H. Lawrence

The cuckoo and the coo-dove's ceaseless calling, 
Calling,

Of a meaningless monotony is palling 
All my morning's pleasure in the sun-fleck-scattered wood. 

May-blossom and blue bird's-eye flowers falling, 
Falling

Sickness / D.H. Lawrence



Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark, 
Unseen my hands explore the silence, drawing the bark 
Of my body slowly behind. 

Nothing to meet my fingers but the fleece of night 
Invisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if in their flight 
My hands should touch the door! 

Seven Seals / D.H. Lawrence



Since this is the last night I keep you home, 
Come, I will consecrate you for the journey. 

Rather I had you would not go. Nay come, 
I will not again reproach you. Lie back 
And let me love you a long time ere you go. 
For you are sullen-hearted still, and lack 
The will to love me. But even so 
I will set a seal upon you from my lip, 
Will set a guard of honour at each door, 
Seal up each channel out of which might slip 
Your love for me.


School on the Outskirts / D.H. Lawrence



How different, in the middle of snows, the great school rises red! 
A red rock silent and shadowless, clung round with clusters of shouting lads, 
Some few dark-cleaving the doorway, souls that cling as the souls of the dead 
In stupor persist at the gates of life, obstinate dark monads. 

Scent of Irises / D.H. Lawrence



A faint, sickening scent of irises 
Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table 
A fine proud spike of purple irises 
Rising above the class-room litter, makes me unable 
To see the class's lifted and bended faces 
Save in a broken pattern, amid purple and gold and sable. 

Restlessness / D.H. Lawrence



At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, 
Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight, 
Arriving grey from the darkness above suddenly into the light of the room. 
I will escape from the hollow room, the box of light, 
And be out in the bewildering darkness, which is always fecund, which might 
Mate my hungry soul with a germ of its womb. 

Reproach / D.H. Lawrence

Had I but known yesterday, 
Helen, you could discharge the ache 
Out of the cloud; 
Had I known yesterday you could take 
The turgid electric ache away, 
Drink it up with your proud 
White body, as lovely white lightning 
Is drunk from an agonised sky by the earth, 
I might have hated you, Helen. 

Reading a Letter / D.H. Lawrence



She sits on the recreation ground 
Under an oak whose yellow buds dot the pale blue sky. 
The young grass twinkles in the wind, and the sound 
Of the wind in the knotted buds in a canopy. 

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