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D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.

7. Flat Suburbs, S.W., in the Morning

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.