David Herbert Lawrence

Ah in the thunder air

And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silenthardly looses even a last breath of perfume.And the ghostly, creamy coloured little tree of leaveswhite, ivory white among the rambling greenshow evanescent, variegated elder, she hesitates on the green grassas if, in another moment, she would disappearwith all her grace of foam!And the larch that is…

The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,

Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hathWorn her down to the quick, so she faintly faresAlong her foot-searched way without knowing whyShe creeps persistent down the sky’s long stairs.Some day they see, though I have never seen,The dead moon heaped within the new moon’s arms;For surely the fragile, fine young thing had beenToo heavily…

Sickness

WAVING slowly before me, pushed into the dark,Unseen my hands explore the silence, drawing the barkOf my body slowly behind.Nothing to meet my fingers but the fleece of nightInvisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if in their flightMy hands should touch the door!What if I suddenly stumble, and push the doorOpen, and a…

Making his advances

No, not even sniff at her, his nose is blank.Only he senses the vulnerable folds of skinThat work beneath her while she sprawls alongIn her ungainly pace,Her folds of skin that work and rowBeneath the earth-soiled hovel in which she moves.And so he strains beneath her housey wall,And catches her trouser-legs in his beakSuddenly, or…