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Hace 1 día · Summary. ‘ Bei Hennef’ by D.H. Lawrence is a love poem in which the speaker considers the irritations and restrictions of the real world. The poet’s speaker addresses the beautiful scene he’s experiencing in the first lines of ‘Bei Hennef.’. He describes the twilight, the river, and how far away he feels from his everyday worries.
Hace 4 días · David is a Visiting Fellow in the School of Literature Languages and Linguistics. He has a particular interest in D. H. Lawrence, as well as modernist authors more broadly. David has been presenting at international D. H. Lawrence conferences since 2003, and co-convened, with Nancy Paxton, the 12th international conference held in Sydney in 2011.
Hace 4 días · Tickets, Please! by D.H. Lawrence, 1919. The magic trick: Starting very journalistically before falling into a more cartoony tone. This is a strange one. It begins with definitive narration about its setting – “This is how things were” and “This is what people did.” But the tone changes as the plot develops.
Hace 5 días · Locating D.H. Lawrence: May 1924. These video essays are based on the letters of D.H. Lawrence one hundred years ago and are published monthly as part of the D.H. Lawrence Memory Theatre project. To see previous Locating Lawrence videos from 1922, click here .
Hace 5 días · Poems. New Heaven And Earth. I. And so I cross into another world. shyly and in homage linger for an invitation. from this unknown that I would trespass on. I am very glad, and all alone in the world, all alone, and very glad, in a new world. where I am disembarked at last. I could cry with joy, because I am in the new world, just ventured in.
Hace 5 días · Poems. Dissolute. Many years have I still to burn, detained. Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshrine. A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained. In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine. And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life, What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,
Hace 3 días · Trees In The Garden. Ah in the thunder air. how still the trees are! And the lime- tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent. hardly looses even a last breath of perfume. And the ghostly, creamy coloured little tree of leaves. white, ivory white among the rambling greens. how evanescent, variegated elder, she hesitates on the green grass.
