Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WINTER'S TALE, by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow Last Line: Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell? Alternate Author Name(s): Lawrence, D. H. | ||||||||
YESTERDAY the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills' white verge. I cannot see her, since the mist's white scarf Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky; But she's waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh. Why does she come so promptly, when she must know That she's only the nearer to the inevitable farewell; The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow -- Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |
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