Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNDER THE OAK, by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: You, if you were sensible Last Line: What place have you in my histories? Alternate Author Name(s): Lawrence, D. H. Subject(s): Environment; Trees; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation | ||||||||
YOU, if you were sensible, When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful, You would not turn and answer me "The night is wonderful." Even you, if you knew How this darkness soaks me through and through, and infuses Unholy fear in my vapour, you would pause to distinguish What hurts, from what amuses. For I tell you Beneath this powerful tree, my whole soul's fluid Oozes away from me as a sacrifice steam At the knife of a Druid. Again I tell you, I bleed, I am bound with withies, My life runs out. I tell you my blood runs out on the floor of this oak, Gout upon gout. Above me springs the blood-born mistletoe In the shady smoke. But who are you, twittering to and fro Beneath the oak? What thing better are you, what worse? What have you to do with the mysteries Of this ancient place, of my ancient curse? What place have you in my histories? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK NIKES by HARRYETTE MULLEN ISLE OF MULL, SCOTLAND by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE SABBATH, 1985, VI by WENDELL BERRY PLANTING TREES by WENDELL BERRY THE OLD ELM TREE BY THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |
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