Poem Hunter
(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)


Poem By David Herbert Lawrence

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!

Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!

Will you go, will you go from my warm
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!

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Can anyone sing the poem rythmetically and post the same.....
It best be good
The apparition of a butterfly... terrifying after you read my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH. I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
has it all; a very near perfect poem; the very-near last word in casual artistry