Intimates
D. H. Lawrence
Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly. I handed her the mirror, and said: Please address these questions to the proper person! Please make all requests to head-quarters! In all matters of emotional importance please approach the supreme authority direct! - So I handed her the mirror. And she would have broken it over my head, but she caught sight of her own reflection and that held her spellbound for two seconds while I fled.
Next 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : Intime
- D. H. Lawrence : Irony
- D. H. Lawrence : Last Words To Miriam
- D. H. Lawrence : Letter From Town: On A Grey Evening In March
- D. H. Lawrence : Letter From Town: The Almond Tree
- D. H. Lawrence : Liaison
- D. H. Lawrence : Lies About Love
- D. H. Lawrence : Listening
- D. H. Lawrence : Lotus Hurt By The Cold
- D. H. Lawrence : Love Storm
Previous 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : In Trouble And Shame
- D. H. Lawrence : In Church
- D. H. Lawrence : In A Boat
- D. H. Lawrence : If You Are A Man
- D. H. Lawrence : Hyde Park At Night, Before The War
- D. H. Lawrence : How Beastly The Bourgeois Is
- D. H. Lawrence : Heimweh
- D. H. Lawrence : Grey Evening
- D. H. Lawrence : Green
- D. H. Lawrence : Gloire De Dijon
