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David Herbert Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
1885-1930


Theme:  Bad Times


NOTES:
David Herbert Lawrence was a poet, playwright, novelist . . . a writer.  He is best known as a novelist, his most well-known being Lady Chatterley's Lover, first published in 1928.  The third, and most sexually-explicit version of this novel, was not published until almost 30 years after his death due to censorship issues (in 1959 in the U.S. and 1960 in his native England).  Lawrence is considered today to be a major figure in modern literature.

[second stanza):  Persephone: (Greek mythology) is the daughter of Demeter (earth goddess) and Zeus, who was abducted by Hades (god of the underworld) but rescued by her mother and thereafter spent six months of the year on earth and six months in the underworld, thus giving us the seasons of Spring/Summer and Fall/Winter. “The portion to the gods”, later modernized as “the angels' share”, refers to the practice of leaving a bit of wine in a goblet, bottle, cask . . . for divine partaking.
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Autumn Sunshine
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930), English poet

The sun sets out the autumn crocuses
And fills them up a pouring measure
Of death-producing wine, till treasure
Runs waste down their chalices.

All, all Persephone’s pale cups of mold
Are on the board, are over-filled
The portion to the gods is spilled;
Now, mortals all, take hold!

The time is now, the wine-cup full and full
Of lambent heaven, a pledging-cup;
Let now all mortal men take up
The drink, and a long, strong pull.

Out of the hell-queen’s cup, the heaven’s pale wine -

Drink then, invisible heroes, drink.
Lips to the vessels, never shrink,
Throats to the heavens incline.

And take within the wine the god’s great oath
By heaven and earth and hellish stream
To break this sick and nauseous dream
We writhe and lust in, both.

Swear, in the pale wine poured from the cups of
the queen
Of hell, to wake and be free
From this nightmare we writhe in,
Break out of this foul has-been.


from New Poems (1918)


D. H. LAWRENCE at Amazon:

   The Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence

  Lady Chatterley's Lover

   Women in Love


       
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