The Prophet
D. H. Lawrence
Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces, Cry out and fend her off, as she seeks her procreant groom, Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces.
Next 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : The Punisher
- D. H. Lawrence : The Revolutionary
- D. H. Lawrence : The Ship Of Death
- D. H. Lawrence : The Song Of A Man Who Has Come Through
- D. H. Lawrence : The Virgin Mother
- D. H. Lawrence : The White Horse
- D. H. Lawrence : The Wild Common
- D. H. Lawrence : Thief In The Night
- D. H. Lawrence : Thought
- D. H. Lawrence : To Women As Far As I'm Concerned
Previous 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : The Piano ( Notebook Version )
- D. H. Lawrence : The North Country
- D. H. Lawrence : The Mystic Blue
- D. H. Lawrence : The Inheritance
- D. H. Lawrence : The Hands Of The Betrothed
- D. H. Lawrence : The Gods! The Gods!
- D. H. Lawrence : The Enkindled Spring
- D. H. Lawrence : The End
- D. H. Lawrence : The Elephant Is Slow To Mate
- D. H. Lawrence : The Deepest Sensuality
