Flat Suburbs, S.W., In The Morning

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Title:     Flat Suburbs, S.W., In The Morning
Author: D. H. Lawrence [More Titles by Lawrence]

THE new red houses spring like plants
In level rows
Of reddish herbage that bristles and slants
Its square shadows.

The pink young houses show one side bright
Flatly assuming the sun,
And one side shadow, half in sight,
Half-hiding the pavement-run;

Where hastening creatures pass intent
On their level way,
Threading like ants that can never relent
And have nothing to say.

Bare stems of street-lamps stiffly stand
At random, desolate twigs,
To testify to a blight on the land
That has stripped their sprigs.

[The end]
D H Lawrence's poem: Flat Suburbs, S.W., In The Morning

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