D H Lawrence

New Poems D H Lawrence

Book Excerpt: ...den outside the high window, one crowHangs in the airAnd lights on a withered oak-tree's top of woe. One bird, one blot, folded and still at the topOf the withered tree!--in the grailOf crystal heaven falls one full black drop. Like a soft full drop of darkness it seems to swayIn the tender wineOf our Sabbath, suffusing our sacred day. PIANOSoftly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I seeA child sitting under the piano, in the boom of thetingling stringsAnd pressing the small, poised feet of a mother whosmiles as she sings. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of songBetrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belongTo the old Sunday evenings at home, with winteroutsideAnd hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling pianoour guide. So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamourWith the g..