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id: 20654
title: Fantasia of the Unconscious
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  great impulses are like man and wife, or father and son. all-potent nerve-center of consciousness and dynamic life-activity is From this center the child seeks, the mother knows. rays which pass from the great dark abdominal life-center in the actually at the great centers of dynamic consciousness. powerful lumbar ganglion, great dynamic center of all the voluntary cardiac plexus acts as the great sympathetic mode of new dynamic wish to bring up her child from the lovely upper centers only, from first great center of sympathy the child is drawn to a lovely oneing As we know, a child lives from the great field of dynamic When he makes woman, or the woman and child the great center of life man''s automatic dream-soul, which loves automatism, the great sensual great terror of the dynamic _upper_ centers in man. When the sun comes up the centers of active dynamic upper


id: 23394
title: Look! We Have Come Through!
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  Lapped like a body close upon a sleep, would fall, and darkness would come hurling And that mother-love like a demon drew you Like a rattle a child spins round for joy, the night Stand like dark stumps, still in the green wheat. "Come back to bed, let us sleep on our mysteries. Oh Gods of the living Darkness, powers of Night. Like wet and falling roses, and I listen Dark and proud on the sky, like a number of All the dark-feathered helmets, like little green Stars come low and wandering here for love Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, I''m not afraid of God. Let him come forth. The round dark heads of men crowd silently, Like a flame that falls of a sudden. Look for like the breath of life as long as I live, flowers that come first from the darkness, and feel


id: 22475
title: Tortoises
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  To open your tiny beak-mouth, that looks as if And reach your skinny little neck Your bright, dark little eye, Under its slow lid, tiny baby tortoise, And set forward, slow-dragging, on your fourpinned toes, Rather like a baby working its limbs, Suddenly beak-shaped, and very wide, like some Your face, baby tortoise. Your little round house in the midst of chaos. And round the edges twenty-five little ones, The sections of the baby tortoise shell. Then twenty-four, and a tiny little keystone. And all rambling aimless, like little perambulating Not knowing each other from bits of earth or old Little tortoise. To travel, to burrow into a little loose earth, A brisk, brindled little tortoise, all to himself-Snake-like she draws at my finger, while I drag Their two shells like doomed boats bumping, Their splay feet rambling and rowing like As she moves eternally slowly away? The tortoise eternity,


id: 22531
title: Amores: Poems
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  Withered, my insolent soul would be gone like flowers Like a strange white bird blown out of the frozen Star-shadows shine, love, The little white feet nod like white flowers in the Like a wind-shadow wandering over the water, I throw from out of the darkness my self like a flower Like a flower from out of the night-time, I lift my Once his face was laughing like the sky; Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter Pass the men whose eyes are shut like anemones in a MY love looks like a girl to-night, This woman who likes to love me: but she turns Like the sign of a lover who turns to the dark of And sits in her own dark night of her bitter hair THE earth again like a ship steams out of the dark Like a weapon my hand was white


id: 22726
title: New Poems
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  THE new red houses spring like plants You tell me the lambs have come, they lie like Her room, where the night still hangs like a halffolded bat, May-blossom and blue bird''s-eye flowers falling, WHEN into the night the yellow light is roused like Or like a mist the moon has kissed from off a pool in Our faces flower for a little hour pale and uncertain Like a soft full drop of darkness it seems to sway Beating like sobs, I come to myself, and stand Comes endlessly kissing my face and my hands. With a face like a chickweed flower. Of leaves that have gone unnoticed, swept like old It is only the sparrows, like dead black leaves on The white moon show like a breast revealed Set like rocks beside a sea of gloom, I place a great and burning seal of love Like a dark rose, a mystery of rest


id: 22734
title: Bay: A Book of Poems
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ Where the trees rise like cliffs WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and And so, it is ebb-time, they turn, the eyes beneath the In shadow, covering us up with her grey. Like drowsy children the houses fall asleep A cloud comes up like the surge of a fountain, Heaving and piling a round white dome. Swift trains go by in a rush of light; And more than all, the dead-sure silence, When we find the place where this dead road goes. That fall forever, knowing none A dark bird falls from the sun. White-bodied and warm the night was, That moon-like sword the ascendant dead unsheathe Like cliffs abutting in shadow a drear grey sea Which then is it that falls from its place That falls like meteorite No sound from the strangers, the place is dark, and fear


id: 23727
title: The Lost Girl
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  "Oh, good-evening!" said James, letting Alvina pass, and shutting "Show Mr. Witham out through the shop, Alvina," said Miss Pinnegar. "I''m glad you''ve come," said Alvina, as Miss Pinnegar entered. "_You_ ought to have married him, Miss Pinnegar," said Alvina. And so, Alvina slips away with Miss Poppy''s music-sheets, while Mr. May sits down like a professional at the piano and makes things fly "I must go home for some things," said Alvina to Ciccio. Miss Pinnegar and Alvina and James Houghton had come round into "Don''t come in," said Alvina to Geoffrey, looking over her shoulder "I should like him to come," said Alvina simply. "Miss Pinnegar, this is Madame," said Alvina. "Quite nice," said Alvina, looking round the hideous little room, "You can have that if you like, Madame," said Alvina. "Would you like to see the house?" said Alvina to Ciccio. "Always here?" he said, looking into Alvina''s face. "Give this letter to Madame," Alvina said to Ciccio.


id: 4520
title: Aaron''s Rod
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  "Don''t look at me like that--so long--" said Josephine, in her "I like looking at you," said Jim, his smile becoming more malicious. "You won''t stay long," said the old man, looking round a little "Doesn''t SHE love you?" said Aaron to Jim amused, indicating Josephine. "You believe in love, don''t you?" said Jim, sitting down near Aaron, and "Come up to Hampstead to lunch with us," said Lilly to Aaron. "You''ll go to bed, won''t you?" said Lilly to Aaron, when the door was "Mr. Lilly has gone away?" said Aaron. "It is certainly a good thing for society that men like you and Mr. Lilly are not common," said Sir William, laughing. "Why, yes," said Aaron, looking at her again. "Very likely," said Aaron. "Don''t you think," said Aaron, turning to Lilly, "that however you try "Or one leaves her, like Aaron," said Lilly.


id: 4216
title: Touch and Go: A Play in Three Acts
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  (A motor car, GERALD BARLOW driving, OLIVER TURTON with him has in a day, if you like to work at your little models: I know you can sell I want to introduce you to Gerald, to see if you like him. You don''t know, Oliver, the cold edge of Gerald''s I believe father is coming here with Gerald. BARLOW, GERALD, WINIFRED, ANABEL OLIVER present. Well, in my own mind, I think it wants a bit of its own bit, if it''s all right about the office men, you know. Don''t you think he likes Gerald? Yes, I know you believe more in hate than in love. you, Job Arthur.--Come away, Gerald. mastered by Gerald Barlow, if it comes to mastering, than by Job Arthur We want to ask you, Mr. Gerald Barlow, why you have given Do you think, Gerald, that if the men really wanted a whole,


id: 4240
title: Women in Love
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  â��I was hoping now for a man to come along,â�� Gudrun said, suddenly â��I know,â�� she said, â��it seems like that when one thinks in the â��I donâ��t know half the people here,â�� she said, in her low voice. â��And I,â�� said Gerald grimly, â��shouldnâ��t like to be in a world of people â��Itâ��s a nasty view of things, Gerald,â�� said Birkin, â��and no wonder you â��You want your tea, donâ��t you,â�� said Hermione, turning to Ursula with a â��You know you wanted her to come backâ��come and sit down,â�� said Birkin â��I donâ��t know,â�� replied Gerald, looking round the table. â��I liked her all right, for a couple of days,â�� said Gerald. â��You donâ��t want to?â�� said Hermione, looking at her slowly. â��I came to look at the pond,â�� said Ursula, â��and I found Mr Birkin â��You look so stately, like a country Baroness,â�� said Ursula, laughing


id: 9498
title: The Trespasser
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  Siegmund''s eyes dilated, and he looked frowning at Helena. Siegmund sat in his great horse-hair chair by the fire, while Helena ''The water,'' said Siegmund, ''is as full of life as I am,'' and he pressed ''Surely,'' he said to himself, ''it is like Helena;'' and he laid his hands When Siegmund was holding her hand, he said, softly laughing: ''Think of Wagner,'' said Siegmund, lifting his face to the hot bright ''Come!'' said Helena, holding out her hand. ''Yes, I think this is the right way,'' said Helena, and they set off well, as much as we can,'' said Siegmund, looking forward over the down, ''I like the heat,'' said Siegmund. on the beach, Siegmund and Helena let the day exhale its hours like ''The sea is a great deal like Siegmund,'' she said, as she rose panting, ''Look!'' said Siegmund. He turned away, and, looking from Helena landwards, he said, smiling


id: 9497
title: Twilight in Italy
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  street, where the sunshine and the olive trees looked like a mirage hung like a blood-stain from the grey wall above her, stood a little So she stood in the sunshine on the little platform, old and yet like And, like a bird, she went to sleep as the shadows came. white-cold ecstasy of darkness and moonlight, the raucous, cat-like, I said how I liked the big vine-garden, I asked when it ended. look like ghosts in the darkness of the underworld, stately, and as if child, he makes a little separate world down there in the theatre, like And Maria, stout and strong and handsome like a peasant woman, went A confused light, like hot tears, would come into his eyes It was like God grafting the life of man upon the body of the earth, long hill from the lake, came to the crest, looked down the darkness of


id: 37206
title: Sea and Sardinia
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  In little puffs and specks and stars, it looks very like bits of water, is white looking, under the great dark toe of Calabria, the toe little way out to sea, heaps of shadow deposited like rubbish heaps in Enter two fresh passengers: a black-eyed, round-faced, bright-sharp man bits of blue and flying white cloud overhead: the little boats like distance down the table sat a little hard-headed grey man in a long grey a little fort ahead, done in enormous black-and-white checks, like a And at last a little man with lank, black hair, like an esquimo, tram, like a little train, bumps to rest, after having wound round the The dark-browed man looked up at the girovago and said: Ah, but--said the little dark bus-conductor, with his small-featured head-cloths looked like some thick bed of flowers, geranium, black I went round the ship to look at the dark night of the sea.


id: 54058
title: Love Poems and Others
author: Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
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  His dark bright eyes descend like a fiery hood Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red And lighting these ruddy leaves like a star dropped through With cold, like the shell of the moon: and strange it seems So even, it beats like silence, and sky and earth in one unbroke My little red heifer, to-night I looked in her eyes, Then gave thee thy dark eyes, O Man, that all He kissed thee, O Man, in a passion of love, and left Ah know tha liked ''im bett''r nor me. Nay robin red-breast, tha nedna Tha can stare at me wi'' thy fierce blue eyes, As tha allers hast--but let me tell thee Turn thy mouth on a woman like her-Wor it tha''d liked to ''a killed her? --Tha wants ''im thy-sen too bad. Love, should I tell thee summat? Love, should I tell thee summat?


