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    New Poems
    New Poems
    New Poems
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    New Poems

    By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      New Poems - D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of New Poems, by D. H. Lawrence

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

      Title: New Poems

      Author: D. H. Lawrence

      Release Date: September 22, 2007 [EBook #22726]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NEW POEMS ***

      Produced by Lewis Jones

      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

      Débâcle

      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 run- ning 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

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