The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence. D. H. Lawrence

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I. A Snowy Day in School

       II. The Best of School

       III. Afternoon in School

      Wedding Morn

       Table of Contents

      The morning breaks like a pomegranate

       In a shining crack of red,

       Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late

       Whitening across the bed,

       It will find me watching at the marriage gate

       And waiting while light is shed

       On him who is sleeping satiate,

       With a sunk, abandoned head.

      And when the dawn comes creeping in,

       Cautiously I shall raise

       Myself to watch the morning win

       My first of days,

       As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got

       Of me, as under my gaze,

       He grows distinct, and I see his hot

       Face freed of the wavering blaze.

      Then I shall know which image of God

       My man is made toward,

       And I shall know my bitter rod

       Or my rich reward.

       And I shall know the stamp and worth

       Of the coin I’ve accepted as mine,

       Shall see an image of heaven or of earth

       On his minted metal shine.

      Yea and I long to see him sleep

       In my power utterly,

       I long to know what I have to keep,

       I long to see

       My love, that spinning coin, laid still

       And plain at the side of me,

       For me to count—for I know he will

       Greatly enrichen me.

      And then he will be mine, he will lie

       In my power utterly,

       Opening his value plain to my eye

       He will sleep of me.

       He will lie negligent, resign

       His all to me, and I

       Shall watch the dawn light up for me

       This sleeping wealth of mine.

      And I shall watch the wan light shine

       On his sleep that is filled of me,

       On his brow where the wisps of fond hair twine

       So truthfully,

       On his lips where the light breaths come and go

       Naïve and winsomely,

       On his limbs that I shall weep to know

       Lie under my mastery.

      Kisses in the Train

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      I saw the midlands

       Revolve through her hair;

       The fields of autumn

       Stretching bare,

       And sheep on the pasture

       Tossed back in a scare.

      And still as ever

       The world went round,

       My mouth on her pulsing

       Neck was found,

       And my breast to her beating

       Breast was bound.

      But my heart at the centre

       Of all, in a swound

       Was still as a pivot,

       As all the ground

       On its prowling orbit

       Shifted round.

      And still in my nostrils

       The scent of her flesh,

       And still my wet mouth

       Sought her afresh;

       And still one pulse

       Through the world did thresh.

      And the world all whirling

       Around in joy

       Like the dance of a dervish

       Did destroy

       My sense—and my reason

       Spun like a toy.

      But firm at the centre

       My heart was found;

       Her own to my perfect

       Heart-beat bound,

       Like a magnet’s keeper

       Closing the round.

      Cruelty and Love

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      What large, dark hands are those at the window

       Lifted, grasping the golden light

       Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves

      

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