Selection of Lawrence Poetry ｜ I don't know that love has lived on me, he comes like seagulls

David Herbert Lawrence (September 11, 1885 to March 2, 1930), British novelist, critic, poet, painter. Representative works include "Son and Lover", "Rainbow", "Woman in Love" and "Lover of Mrs. Chatle". Lawrence was born in the family of miners. He has been a butcher accountant, manufacturer employees, and primary school teachers. He has wandered at home and abroad for more than ten years and has criticized reality and negating. Lawrence wrote poems, but mainly written novels. He has created 10 ministers novels, 11 short stories, 4 dramas, 10 poems, 4 prose collections, 5 theoretical discussions, 3 travel notes and a lot of letters. On March 2, 1930, Lawrence died of lung disease in Wans in southern France at the age of 44.

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Late love

I don't know that love has lived on me:

He comes like a seagull, and the raised double wings pass through the sea of ​​breathing.

There is almost no shocking sunset,

But unknowingly melted into the color of the rose.

Then, then, then

It came softly, and I didn't notice at all,

The red light disappears, it goes deep into darkness; I fall asleep, I still don’t know that love is here,

Until a dream trembling through my flesh at night,

So I woke up and didn't know who touched me with such fear and joy.

Then, then, then

With the first dawn, I got up in the mirror,

I started happily because at night

The line of time on my face

It has been woven into a beautiful veil, like the lace of the bride.

Then, then, then

Through the veil, I have a laughing charm,

Like a girl in the pale night of the sea, there is a good joy;

The warmth in my heart is like the ocean, along the road of late love,

The dawn is sprinkled with countless flakes of poppy petals.

Then, then, then

All these glittering seabirds are ragingly spin,

Below me, complain about the warmth of the kiss at night

Never flowing their blood, prompting them to

Pursue the red poppy petals sprinkled in the water.

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Love that generates imagery

Always

At my core

Burning a small anger flame devoured me,

because

Cross the border stroke, because of the hot and deep fingers of love.

Then, then, then

Always

In the eyes of those who love me deeply,

I finally saw his image they loved,

It was regarded as me,

Mistake is me.

Then, then, then

Always

It's a smart monkey like mine

Mobrobe with me.

Then, then, then

So I exceed everything, I want now

Make myself naked

Avoid the mocking and stroke of love that generates image

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green

A color of apple green in the sky,

The sky is green wine held in the sun,

The moon is one of the golden petals

Then, then, then

She opened her eyes, green and shiny

Eye waves are shining, like unbest flower buds, pure,

For the first time, the first time at this moment glance

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on the balcony

In front of the dark mountains, there is a faint, damaged rainbow;

Between us and the rainbow, there is a rolling thunder;

Below, farmers stand in the green wheat field,

Like black stumps, standing quietly in the quiet wheat field.

Then, then, then

You are by my side, wearing sandals barefoot,

Through the fragrance of naked wood on the balcony,

I discern your fragrance; immediately,

The rapid lightning breaks through the sky.

Then, then, then

Along the light green glasses, a black boat

Drinking dark -where is it?

The thunder was roaring. But you have me, I have you!

The naked lightning shuddered in the sky

Then, then, then

And disappear -except for me, you have me, what else?

The black boat has drifted away.

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Barefoot babies

The baby's white foot ran across the grass,

The small white feet are like the flowers shake in the wind,

Stop running and running like the wind,

Blowing the water, the water plants are very rare.

Then, then, then

His pair of white feet played in the grass,

Knowing that it is more charming and erratic,

Like two butterflies on the glass, a little bit,

Gently sounded with a double -wing strike.

Then, then, then

This baby will come to me, I hope,

It's like the shadow of the pool water,

Snow white feet stood on my knees,

I stretched out my hands to touch them--

Then, then, then

It is cool and clean like the incense flowers in the morning,

The new peony flowers are smooth and strong.

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Bavarian Dragon Blossom

Give me a dragonal flower and give me a torch!

Let me use this flower blue, the torch of the bifurcation to the way to myself

Following the more and more darkest stairs, the blue is getting darker

Even when you go to the place where you go, just at this moment, from the frost -down September

Go to the invisible kingdom there, there is a dark wake up,

It is just a sound after the underworld,

Or the invisible darkness is surrounded by the deeper darkness in Pluto's arms,

Through the passion of the thick shadow,

In the bright glory of the dark torch,

The darkness shines on the lost bride and her groom.

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destiny

Once the leaves are withered,

Even God cannot make it return to the tree.

Then, then, then

Once the connection between human life and living universe is broken,

People finally become self -centered,

No matter who, whether it is God or Christ,

This connection cannot be restored.

Then, then, then

Only the long process of death through the decomposition,

Life that can melt and split.

After passing the dark under the root of the tree,

Solid into the flowing juice of the tree of life again.

Wu Di translation

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piano

In the dark, a woman sang a soft singing voice to me,

Introduce me to memories, until I reappear the scene in front of me-

A child is sitting under the piano, roaring in the middle of the steel strings

Snacking her mother's fibrous foot, listening to her with a smile and singing.

Then, then, then

I can't help myself, by the cunning art of this singing

Seduces the past until my heart is crying and asking for belonging

On the evening of the home and holidays in the past, the doors and windows stop the winter,

The comfortable hall is rippling and the piano Dangdang navigates for us.

Then, then, then

At this moment, even if the singer suddenly burst out, the noise was strong,

Black piano also hits enthusiastically. Childish sun and moon

I have fascinated me, my man's spirit has not entered

Hong Bo of Memories, I cried for the past like a child.

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Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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