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 D.H. Lawrence
 William Wordsworth

 Absurdum Delirium
 English Literature
 French Literature

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The North Country
The North Country, by D.H. Lawrence
en francais
IN another country, black poplars shake themselves over a pond, 
And rooks and the rising smoke-waves scatter and wheel from the works beyond; 
The air is dark with north and with sulphur, the grass is a darker green, 
And people darkly invested with purple move palpable through the scene. 
Soundlessly down across the counties, out of the resonant gloom         5
That wraps the north in stupor and purple travels the deep, slow boom 
Of the man-life north-imprisoned, shut in the hum of the purpled steel 
As it spins to sleep on its motion, drugged dense in the sleep of the wheel. 
Out of the sleep, from the gloom of motion, soundlessly, somnambule 
Moans and booms the soul of a people imprisoned, asleep in the rule  10
Of the strong machine that runs mesmeric, booming the spell of its word 
Upon them and moving them helpless, mechanic, their will to its will deferred. 
Yet all the while comes the droning inaudible, out of the violet air, 
The moaning of sleep-bound beings in travail that toil and are will-less there 
In the spell-bound north, convulsive now with a dream near morning, strong  15
With violent achings heaving to burst the sleep that is now not long. 
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