David Herbert Lawrence Silence Poems

  • 1.
    Since I lost you I am silence-haunted,
    Sounds wave their little wings
    A moment, then in weariness settle
    On the flood that soundless swings.
    ...
  • 2.
    Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,
    And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the tree
    Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a shipâ??s
    Weird rigging in a storm shrieks hideously.
    ...
  • 3.
    Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving;
    What did you say, my dear?
    The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child
    Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sobâ??
    ...
  • 4.
    I listen to the stillness of you,
    My dear, among it all;
    I feel your silence touch my words as I talk,
    And take them in thrall.
    ...
  • 5.
    The elephant, the huge old beast,
    is slow to mate;
    he finds a female, they show no haste
    they wait
    ...
  • 6.
    Between the avenues of cypresses,
    All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices
    Of linen, go the chaunting choristers,
    The priests in gold and black, the villagers.
    ...
  • 7.
    Along the avenue of cypresses,
    All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
    Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
    The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . .
    ...
  • 8.
    The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
    The edge of the blue, and the sun stands up to see us glide
    Slowly into another day; slowly the rover
    Vessel of darkness takes the rising tide.
    ...
  • 9.
    The little pansies by the road have turned
    Away their purple faces and their gold,
    And evening has taken all the bees from the thyme,
    And all the scent is shed away by the cold.
    ...
Total 9 Silence Poems by David Herbert Lawrence

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