Poetry Friday: A Passing Bell by D.H. Lawrence
December 28th, 2012 (09:09 am)
Current Mood: full
Current Song: Leverage score music by Joseph LoDuca
Current Mood: full
Current Song: Leverage score music by Joseph LoDuca
| Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; | |
| What did you say, my dear? | |
| The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child | |
| Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob - | |
| Yes, my love, I hear. | |
| One lonely bell, one only, the storm-tossed afternoon is braving, | |
| Why not let it ring? | |
| The roses lean down when they hear it, the tender, mild | |
| Flowers of the bleeding-heart fall to the throb - | |
| It is such a little thing! | |
A wet bird walks on the lawn, call to the boy to come and look, | |
| Yes, it is over now. | |
| Call to him out of the silence, call him to see | |
| The starling shaking its head as it walks in the grass - | |
| Ah, who knows how? | |
| He cannot see it, I can never show it him, how it shook - | |
| Don’t disturb him, darling. | |
| - Its head as it walked: I can never call him to me, | |
| Never, he is not, whatever shall come to pass. | |
| No, look at the wet starling. - A Passing Bell by D.H. Lawrence |
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