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Letter from Town: On a Grey Evening in March
Letter from Town: On a Grey Evening in March, by D.H. Lawrence
en francais
THE CLOUDS are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you, 
  While north of them all, at the farthest ends, stands one bright-bosomed, aglance 
With fire as it guards the wild north cloud-coasts, red-fire seas running through 
  The rocks where ravens flying to windward melt as a well-shot lance. 
You should be out by the orchard, where violets secretly darken the earth,         5
  Or there in the woods of the twilight, with northern wind-flowers shaken astir. 
Think of me here in the library, trying and trying a song that is worth 
  Tears and swords to my heart, arrows no armour will turn or deter. 
You tell me the lambs have come, they lie like daisies white in the grass 
  Of the dark-green hills; new calves in shed; peewits turn after the plough—  10
It is well for you. For me the navvies work in the road where I pass 
  And I want to smite in anger the barren rock of each waterless brow. 
Like the sough of a wind that is caught up high in the mesh of the budding trees, 
  A sudden car goes sweeping past, and I strain my soul to hear 
The voice of the furtive triumphant engine as it rushes past like a breeze,  15
  To hear on its mocking triumphance unwitting the after-echo of fear. 
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