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LOVE POEMS AND OTHERS




  LOVE · POEMS
  AND · OTHERS

  BY · D. H. LAWRENCE
  AUTHOR OF "THE WHITE PEACOCK" "THE TRESPASSER"


    DUCKWORTH · AND · CO.
  COVENT · GARDEN · LONDON
           MCMXIII




  _Several of these Poems have
  appeared in the "English
  Review," the "Nation," and
  the "Westminster Gazette."_




CONTENTS


LOVE POEMS:--
                                       PAGE
  Wedding Morn                           i.
  Kisses in the Train                  iii.
  Cruelty and Love                       v.
  Cherry Robbers                      viii.
  Lilies in the Fire                    ix.
  Coldness in Love                      xi.
  End of another Home-Holiday         xiii.
  Reminder                             xvi.
  Bei Hennef                         xviii.
  Lightning                            xix.
  Song-Day in Autumn                   xxi.
  Aware                              xxiii.
  A Pang of Reminiscence              xxiv.
  A White Blossom                      xxv.
  Red Moon-Rise                       xxvi.
  Return                            xxviii.
  The Appeal                          xxix.
  Repulsed                             xxx.
  Dream-Confused                     xxxii.
  Corot                             xxxiii.
  Morning Work                        xxxv.
  Transformations                    xxxvi.
  Renascence                       xxxviii.
  Dog-Tired                             xl.
  Michael-Angelo                       xli.


DIALECT POEMS:--

  Violets                             xlii.
  Whether or Not                      xliv.
  A Collier's Wife                    liii.
  The Drained Cup                      lvi.


THE SCHOOLMASTER:--

    I. A Snowy Day in School           lix.
   II. The Best of School               lx.
  III. Afternoon in School           lxiii.




WEDDING MORN


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,
    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


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.

And the world all whirling
  Around in joy
Like the dance of a dervish
  Did destroy
My sense--and my reason
  Spun like a toy.

But firm at the centre
  My heart was found;
Her own to my perfect
  Heart-beat bound,
Like a magnet's keeper
  Closing the round.




CRUELTY AND LOVE


What large, dark hands are those at the window
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