D. H. Lawrence

Palimpsest of Twilight

DARKNESS comes out of the earth
And swallows dip into the pallor of the west;
From the hay comes the clamour of children’s mirth;
Wanes the old palimpsest.
 
The night-stock oozes scent,
And a moon-blue moth goes flittering by:
All that the worldly day has meant
Wastes like a lie.
 
The children have forsaken their play;
A single star in a veil of light
Glimmers: litter of day
Is gone from sight.
Altre opere di D. H. Lawrence...



Alto