Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Irony

Always, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry,
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart.
 
    A come and go of March-day loves 
    Through the flower-vine, trailing screen;
      A fluttering in of doves.
    Then a launch abroad of shrinking doves
    Over the waste where no hope is seen
    Of open hands: 
      Dance in and out 
Small-bosomed girls of the spring of love,
With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shout 
Of mirth; then the dripping of tears on your glove.

1. The Punisher
2. Lies about Love
3. The Hands of the Betrothed
4. We Are Transmitters
5. The Song of a Man Who Has Come through

Amy Lowell Irony ("An arid daylight shines along the beach")

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