Poem by D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)




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The listless beauty of the hour
When snow fell on the apple trees
And the wood-ash gathered in the fire
And we faced our first miseries.

 

Then the sweeping sunshine of noon
When the mountains like chariot cars
Were ranked to blue battle - and you and I
Counted our scars.

 

And then in a strange, grey hour
We lay mouth to mouth, with your face
Under mine like a star on the lake,
And I covered the earth, and all space.

 

The silent, drifting hours
Of morn after morn
And night drifting up to the night
Yet no pathway worn.

 

Your life, and mine, my love
Passing on and on, the hate
Fusing closer and closer with love
Till at length they mate.

 

THE CEARNE

 

 

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Completely cracked and outstanding!
2021-12-27


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is clever and lovely, isn't it? Well it is DH Lawrence!
Have you ever thought of featuring something by Laurence Hope?
2021-12-27