Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Grey Evening

Comment on Grey Evening and see more David Herbert Lawrence poems below.

Written by David Herbert Lawrence

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Grey EveningEmail Poem

 When you went, how was it you carried with you
My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? 
My book of turrets and of red-thorn bowers, 
And skies of gold, and ladies in bright tissue?

Now underneath a blue-grey twilight, heaped
Beyond the withering snow of the shorn fields 
Stands rubble of stunted houses; all is reaped
And garnered that the golden daylight yields.
Dim lamps like yellow poppies glimmer among The shadowy stubble of the under-dusk, As farther off the scythe of night is swung, And little stars come rolling from their husk.
And all the earth is gone into a dust Of greyness mingled with a fume of gold, Covered with aged lichens, past with must, And all the sky has withered and gone cold.
And so I sit and scan the book of grey, Feeling the shadows like a blind man reading, All fearful lest I find the last words bleeding With wounds of sunset and the dying day.

Comment below this ad.

Top David Herbert Lawrence Poems