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D.H. Lawrence: Piano

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she
      sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

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12 comments on “D.H. Lawrence: Piano

  1. Sean Sexton
    January 15, 2023
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    For only a few of us was the past worse than now. I grew up in a regular paradise!
    But i wouldn’t agree to go back for anything—let the tears flow….

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    • Vox Populi
      January 15, 2023
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      Thanks, Sean. My life is better now than any other time. It’s been a long journey to get here.

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      • Sean Sexton
        January 15, 2023
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        Michael: What you do with this site is amazing. I can only imagine the regular work involved in this, curator par excellence!

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  2. edisonmarshalljenningsgmailcom
    January 6, 2023
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    I have long loved this poem. Thanks for posting it.

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  3. Barbara Huntington
    January 6, 2023
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    Sorry for typos. Songs not songs, sighhh🤪

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  4. Barbara Huntington
    January 6, 2023
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    I imagine my mom reading this. ( She did her masters on Hardy snd Lawrence). I envision our old black piano the family singing dongs from 1800s and early 1900s. Thank you for the vision.

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