WEDDING MORN The morning breaks like a pomegranate In a shining crack of red, Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late Whitening across the bed, It will find me watching at the marriage gat...
I They had marched more than thirty kilometres since dawn, along the white, hot road where occasional thickets of trees threw a moment of shade, then out into the glare again.
By D. H. Lawrence London: Martin Seeker TO AMY LOWELL THE LONDON AND NORWICH PRESS, LIMITED, LONDON AND NORWICH, ENGLAND CONTENTS Apprehension Coming Awake From a College Window Flappe...
WINTRY PEACOCK From "The New Decameron"--Volume III. By D. H. Lawrence There was thin, crisp snow on the ground, the sky was blue, the wind very cold, the air clear.
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