Poeticous Logo
es
English Español Français Italiano
D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence

Dreams

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
 
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

#English Modern

¿Disfrutate esta lectura? ¡invítanos a un café!.
Tu ayuda nos permite existir.
Otras obras de D. H. Lawrence...
Dolor of Autumn

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, ma… Everything, tear-trembling stars o… And the snore of the night in my e… For suddenly, flush-fallen,
Blue

The earth again like a ship steams… The edge of the blue, and the sun… Slowly into another day; slowly th… Vessel of darkness takes the risin… I, on the deck, am startled by thi…
Listening

I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words… And take them in thrall. My words fly off a forge
A White Blossom

A tiny moon as white and small as… Leans all alone above my window, o… Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft… She shines, the one white love of…
 1
Week-Night Service

The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never r…
Grey Evening

When you went, how was it you carr… My missal book of fine, flamboyant… My book of turrets and of red-thor… And skies of gold, and ladies in b… Now underneath a blue-grey twiligh…
The Punisher

I have fetched the tears up out of… Scooped them up with small, iron w… Dripping over the runnels. The harsh, cold wind of my words d… I watched the tears on the guilty…
Discipline

It is stormy, and raindrops cling… The thin sycamores in the playgrou… The heads of the boys move dimly t… The class; over them all the dark… It is no good, dear, gentleness an…
At the Window

The pine-trees bend to listen to t… Something which sets the black pop… While slowly the house of day is c… Further down the valley the cluste… Winding about their dimness the mi…
 2
Submergence

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation…
 1
The Wild Common (Version 2)

The quick sparks on the gorse—bush… Little jets of sunlight texture im… Above them, exultant, the peewits… They have triumphed again o’er the… Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth,…
A Sane Revolution

If you make a revolution, make it… don’t make it in ghastly seriousne… don’t do it in deadly earnest, do it for fun. Don’t do it because you hate peopl…
Sigh No More

THE cuckoo and the coo-dove’s cea… Calling, Of a meaningless monotony is palli… All my morning’s pleasure in the s… May-blossom and blue bird’s-eye fl…
Worm Either Way

If you live along with all the oth… and are just like them, and confor… you’re just a worm — and if you live with all the other… and you don’t like them and won’t…
Perfidy

Hollow rang the house when I knoc… And I lingered on the threshold w… Upraised to knock and knock once m… Listening for the sound of her fee… Hollow re—echoed my heart.



Arriba