There are four men mowing down by the Isar; …
D. H. Lawrence
The Last Lesson …
Even iron can put forth, …
At evening, sitting on this terrace, …
What large, dark hands are those at the window …
When she rises in the morning …
Version 1 (1921) …
She is large and matronly …
I love you, rotten, …
Would you like to throw a stone at me? …
The great gold apples of night …
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; …
You tell me I am wrong. …
Who gave us flowers? …
When he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow: …
A snake came to my water-trough …
Love has crept into her sealed heart …
My love looks like a girl to-night, …
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, …
When did you start your tricks …
[Version 1: 1921] …
Making his advances …
I thought he was dumb, …