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On The Balcony Post by :Bill_V Category :Poems Author :D. H. Lawrence Date :December 2010 Read :2006

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On The Balcony

IN front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow;
And between us and it, the thunder;
And down below in the green wheat, the labourers
Stand like dark stumps, still in the green wheat.

You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I distinguish the scent of your hair: so now the limber
Lightning falls from heaven.

Adown the pale-green glacier river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and whither?
The thunder roars. But still we have each other!
The naked lightnings in the heavens dither
And disappear--what have we but each other?
The boat has gone.


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D. H. Lawrence's poem: On The Balcony

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You have come your way, I have come my way;You have stepped across your people, carelessly, hurting them all;I have stepped across my people, and hurt them in spite of my care.But steadily, surely, and notwithstandingWe have come our ways and met at lastHere in this upper room.Here the balconyOverhangs the street where the bullock-wagons slowlyGo by with their loads of green and silver birch-treesFor the feast of Corpus Christi.Here from the balconyWe look over the growing wheat the jade-green riverGoes between the pine-woods,Over and beyond to where the many mountainsStand in their blueness, flashing with snow and the morning.I

She Looks Back She Looks Back

She Looks Back
THE pale bubblesThe lovely pale-gold bubbles of the globe-flowersIn a great swarm clotted and singleWent rolling in the dusk towards the riverTo where the sunset hung its wan gold cloths;And you stood alone, watching them go,And that mother-love like a demon drew you from meTowards England.Along the road, after nightfall,Along the glamorous birch-tree avenueAcross the river levelsWe went in silence, and you staring to England.So then there shone within the jungle darknessOf the long, lush under-grass, a glow-worm's suddenGreen lantern of pure light, a little, intense, fusing triumph,White and haloed with fire-mist, down in the tangled darkness.Then you put your hand