Nothing To Save
D. H. Lawrence
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
Next 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : On That Day
- D. H. Lawrence : Palimpsest Of Twilight
- D. H. Lawrence : Parliament Hill In The Evening
- D. H. Lawrence : Patience
- D. H. Lawrence : Perfidy
- D. H. Lawrence : Phantasmagoria
- D. H. Lawrence : Piano
- D. H. Lawrence : Piccadilly Circus At Night: Street-walkers
- D. H. Lawrence : Reading A Letter
- D. H. Lawrence : Reproach
Previous 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : Next Morning
- D. H. Lawrence : New Year's Eve
- D. H. Lawrence : Narcissus
- D. H. Lawrence : Mystery
- D. H. Lawrence : Monologue Of A Mother
- D. H. Lawrence : Meeting Among The Mountains
- D. H. Lawrence : Mating
- D. H. Lawrence : Malade
- D. H. Lawrence : Lui Et Elle
- D. H. Lawrence : Love Storm
