Love Poems and Others E-Book

D H Lawrence

• Herausgeber: DigiCat
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In 'Love Poems and Others' by D. H. Lawrence, readers are immersed into an intimate exploration of love, desire, and human relationships. The collection of poems showcases Lawrence's poetic prowess, with each piece delving into the complexity and rawness of emotions. His lyrical style, rich in imagery and symbolism, transports readers to a world where passion and longing are laid bare. Set against the backdrop of early 20th century England, the poems in this book reflect Lawrence's own tumultuous personal life and his profound understanding of human nature. D. H. Lawrence, known for his provocative and groundbreaking works, drew inspiration from his own experiences and observations of society. 'Love Poems and Others' reflects Lawrence's belief in the transformative power of love and the human spirit's capacity for both beauty and destruction. His unapologetic exploration of love, sexuality, and emotional turmoil continues to resonate with readers today. I highly recommend 'Love Poems and Others' to those seeking a deeper understanding of love and its complexities. Lawrence's poetic vision and unflinching honesty make this collection a timeless masterpiece worth exploring.

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D. H. Lawrence

Love Poems and Others

 

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DigiCat, 2022 Contact: [email protected]

Table of Contents

WEDDING MORN [p. i ]

KISSES IN THE TRAIN [p. iii ]

CRUELTY AND LOVE [p. v ]

CHERRY ROBBERS [p. viii ]

LILIES IN THE FIRE [p. ix ]

COLDNESS IN LOVE [p. xi ]

END OF ANOTHER HOME-HOLIDAY [p. xiii ]

REMINDER [p. xvi ]

BEI HENNEF [p. xviii ]

LIGHTNING [p. xix ]

SONG-DAY IN AUTUMN [p. xxi ]

AWARE [p. xxiii ]

A PANG OF REMINISCENCE [p. xxiv ]

A WHITE BLOSSOM [p. xxv ]

RED MOON-RISE [p. xxvi ]

RETURN [p. xxviii ]

THE APPEAL [p. xxix ]

REPULSED [p. xxx ]

DREAM-CONFUSED [p. xxxii ]

COROT [p. xxxiii ]

MORNING WORK [p. xxxv ]

TRANSFORMATIONS [p. xxxvi ]

RENASCENCE [p. xxxviii ]

DOG-TIRED [p. xl ]

MICHAEL-ANGELO [p. xli ]

VIOLETS [p. xlii ]

WHETHER OR NOT [p. xliv ]

A COLLIER’S WIFE [p. liii ]

THE DRAINED CUP [p. lvi ]

THE SCHOOLMASTER [p. lix ]

I A Snowy Day in School

II The Best of School

III Afternoon in School THE LAST LESSON

WEDDING MORN [p.i]

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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, [p.ii]

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 [p.iii]

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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.