Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BRIDE, by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My love looks like a girl to-night Last Line: By its shape, like the thrushes in clear evenings. Alternate Author Name(s): Lawrence, D. H. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
MY love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not gold, But threaded with filigree, And uncanny cold. She looks like a young maiden, since her brow Is smooth and fair, Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed, She sleeps a rare Still winsome sleep, so still, and so composed. Nay, but she sleeps like a bride, and dreams her dreams Of perfect things. She lies at last, the darling, in the shape of her dream, And her dead mouth sings By its shape, like the thrushes in clear evenings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |
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