At the Window by D. H. Lawrence

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend November 30, 2014   At the Window   D. H. Lawrence

The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters Something which sets the black poplars ashake with hysterical                         laughter; While slowly the house of day is closing its eastern shutters. Further down the valley the clustered tombstones recede, Winding about their dimness the mist’s grey cerements, after The street lamps in the darkness have suddenly started to bleed. The leaves fly over the window and utter a word as they pass To the face that leans from the darkness, intent, with two dark-filled               eyes That watch for ever earnestly from behind the window glass.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “At the Window” was published in Lawrence’s collection Amores (B. W. Huebsch, 1916).   David Herbert Lawrence was born in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England, on September 11, 1885. His poetry collections include Love poems and others (Duckworth, 1913) and Birds, Beasts and Flowers (T. Seltzer, 1923). Poetry by Lawrence   The Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence (Wordsworth Editions, 1994) "Ulalume" by Edgar Allan Poe "The Darkling Thrush" by Thomas Hardy "My Brook" by Helen Hay Whitney Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038