Dog-tired
D. H. Lawrence’s poem “Dog-Tired” was published in 1913 in Lawrence’s first book of poetry, titled “Love Poems and Others”.
David Herbert Lawrence was born on 11 September 1885 in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England, and he died on 2 March 1930 in Vence, Alpes-Maritimes Department, France, at the age of 44.A writer, novelist, poet, and essayist, Lawrence wrote about modernity, industrialization, sexuality, emotional health, vitality, spontaneity, and instinct. His best-known novels—Sons and Lovers, The Rainbow, Women in Love, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover—were the subject of censorship trials.
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If she would come to me here, Now the sunken swaths Are glittering paths To the sun, and the swallows cut clear Into the low sun — if she came to me here!
If she would come to me now, Before the last mown harebells are dead, While that vetch clump yet burns red; Before all the bats have dropped from the bough Into the cool of night — if she came to me now!
The horses are untackled, the chattering machine Is still at last. If she would come, I would gather up the warm hay from The hill-brow, and lie in her lap till the green Sky ceased to quiver, and lost its tired sheen.
I should like to drop On the hay, with my head on her knee And lie stone still, while she Breathed quiet above me — we could stop Till the stars came out to see.
I should like to lie still As if I was dead — but feeling Her hand go stealing Over my face and my hair until This ache was shed.