English Poems

Posted on 2011 年 03 月 17 日 by admin| Leave a comment

Random Poem
- At the Window (David Herbert 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 mistâs 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.
  
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