Poetic Openings : D. H. Lawrence to D. H. Lawrence

Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Lui Et Elle : First Line : She is large and matronly
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Malade : First Line : The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Mating : First Line : Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind,
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Meeting Among The Mountains : First Line : The little pansies by the road have turned
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Monologue Of A Mother : First Line : This is the last of all, this is the last!

Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Mystery : First Line : Now I am all
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Narcissus : First Line : Where the minnows trace
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : New Year's Eve : First Line : There are only two things now,
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Next Morning : First Line : How have I wandered here to this vaulted room
Poet : D. H. Lawrence : Poem : Nothing To Save : First Line : There is nothing to save, now all is lost,

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