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Title: New Poems
Author: D. H. Lawrence
Release Date: September 22, 2007 [EBook #22726]
Language: English
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D.H. Lawrence (1918) _New Poems_
NEW POEMS
POEMS BY THE SAME AUTHOR
LOVE POEMS AND OTHERS?AMORES?LOOK, WE HAVE COME THROUGH
FIRST PUBLISHED, OCTOBER, 1918?NEW EDITION (RESET), AUGUST, 1919
New Poems
By D. H. Lawrence
London: Martin Seeker
TO?AMY LOWELL
THE LONDON AND NORWICH PRESS, LIMITED, LONDON AND NORWICH, ENGLAND
CONTENTS
Apprehension?Coming Awake?From a College Window?Flapper?Birdcage Walk?Letter from Town: The Almond Tree?Flat Suburbs, S.W., in the Morning?Thief in the Night?Letter from Town: On a Grey Evening in March?Suburbs on a Hazy Day?Hyde Park at Night: Clerks?Gipsy?Two-Fold?Under the Oak?Sigh no More?Love Storm?Parliament Hill in the Evening?Piccadilly Circus at Night: Street Walkers?Tarantella?In Church?Piano?Embankment at Night: Charity?Phantasmagoria?Next Morning?Palimpsest of Twilight?Embankment at Night: Outcasts?Winter in the Boulevard?School on the Outskirts?Sickness?Everlasting Flowers?The North Country?Bitterness of Death?Seven Seals?Reading a Letter?Twenty Years Ago?Intime?Two Wives?Heimweh?Débacle?Narcissus?Autumn Sunshine?On That Day
APPREHENSION
AND all hours long, the town?Roars like a beast in a cave?That is wounded there?And like to drown;?While days rush, wave after wave?On its lair.
An invisible woe unseals?The flood, so it passes beyond?All bounds: the great old city?Recumbent roars as it feels?The foamy paw of the pond?Reach from immensity.
But all that it can do?Now, as the tide rises,?Is to listen and hear the grim?Waves crash like thunder through?The splintered streets, hear noises?Roll hollow in the interim.
COMING AWAKE
WHEN I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the
wall,?The sunshine swam in a shoal across and across,?And a hairy, big bee hung over the primulas?In the window, his body black fur, and the sound
of him cross.
There was something I ought to remember: and
yet?I did not remember. Why should I? The running
lights?And the airy primulas, oblivious?Of the impending bee--they were fair enough
sights.
FROM A COLLEGE WINDOW
THE glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping,
Goes trembling past me up the College wall.?Below, the lawn, in soft blue shade is keeping,
The daisy-froth quiescent, softly in thrall.
Beyond the leaves that overhang the street,?Along the flagged, clean pavement summer-white,?Passes the world with shadows at their feet
Going left and right.
Remote, although I hear the beggar's cough,
See the woman's twinkling fingers tend him a
coin,?I sit absolved, assured I am better off
Beyond a world I never want to join.
FLAPPER
LOVE has crept out of her sealéd heart?As a field-bee, black and amber,?Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamber?Up the warm grass where the sunbeams start.
Mischief has come in her dawning eyes,?And a glint of coloured iris brings?Such as lies along the folded wings?Of the bee before he flies.
Who, with a ruffling, careful breath,?Has opened the wings of the wild young sprite??Has fluttered her spirit to stumbling flight?In her eyes, as a young bee stumbleth?
Love makes the burden of her voice.?The hum of his heavy, staggering wings?Sets quivering with wisdom the common
things?That she says, and her words rejoice.
BIRDCAGE WALK
WHEN the wind blows her veil?And uncovers her laughter?I cease, I turn pale.?When the wind blows her veil?From the woes I bewail?Of love and hereafter:?When the wind blows her veil?I cease, I turn pale.
LETTER FROM TOWN: THE?ALMOND TREE
YOU promised to send me some violets. Did you
forget??White ones and blue ones from under the orchard
hedge??Sweet dark purple, and white ones mixed for a
pledge?Of our early love that hardly has opened yet.
Here there's an almond tree--you have never seen?Such a one in the north--it flowers on the street,
and I stand?Every day by the fence to look up for the flowers
that expand?At rest in the blue, and wonder at what they mean.
Under the almond tree, the happy lands?Provence, Japan, and Italy repose,?And passing feet are chatter and clapping of
those?Who play around us, country girls clapping their
hands.
You, my love, the foremost, in a flowered gown,?All your unbearable tenderness, you with the
laughter?Startled upon your eyes now so wide with hereafter,
You with loose hands of abandonment hanging
down.
FLAT SUBURBS, S.W., IN THE?MORNING
THE new red houses spring like plants
In level rows?Of reddish herbage that bristles and slants
Its square shadows.
The pink young houses show one side bright
Flatly assuming the sun,?And one side shadow, half in sight,
Half-hiding the pavement-run;
Where hastening creatures pass intent
On their level way,?Threading like ants that can never relent
And have nothing to say.
Bare stems of street-lamps stiffly stand
At random, desolate twigs,?To testify to a blight on the land
That has stripped their sprigs.
THIEF IN THE NIGHT
LAST night a thief came to me?And struck at me with something dark.?I cried, but no one could hear me,?I lay dumb and stark.
When I awoke this morning?I could find no trace;?Perhaps 'twas a dream of warning,?For I've lost my peace.
LETTER FROM TOWN: ON A?GREY EVENING