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| 3291. | The Elephant Is Slow To Mate by David Herbert Lawrence | | The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they wait
for the sympathy in their vast shy ... |
| 3292. | Discipline by David Herbert Lawrence | | It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane,
The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging with flattened leaves;
The hea... |
| 3293. | Patience by David Herbert Lawrence | | A wind comes from the north
Blowing little flocks of birds
Like spray across the town,
And a train, roaring forth,
Rushes stampeding down
With... |
| 3294. | The Enkindled Spring by David Herbert 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 s... |
| 3295. | The Deepest Sensuality by David Herbert Lawrence | | The profoundest of all sensualities
is the sense of truth
and the next deepest sensual experience
is the sense of justice. ... |
| 3296. | The Prophet by David Herbert Lawrence | | Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom
The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces,
Cry out and fend her off, as she se... |
| 3297. | Ballad of Another Ophelia by David Herbert Lawrence | | Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard,
Lamps in a wash of rain!
Oh the wet walk of my brown hen through the stackyard,
Oh tears on the win... |
| 3298. | The Punisher by David Herbert Lawrence | | I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells,
Scooped them up with small, iron words,
Dripping over the runnels.
The harsh, cold wind of ... |
| 3299. | Craving for Spring by David Herbert Lawrence | | I wish it were spring in the world.
Let it be spring!
Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap!
Come, rush of creation!
Come, life! surge through thi... |
| 3300. | Epilogue by David Herbert Lawrence | | Patience, little Heart.
One day a heavy, June-hot woman
Will enter and shut the door to stay.
And when your stifling heart would summon
Cool,... |
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