Southern Night by D. H. Lawrence
Southern Night by D. H. Lawrence

Southern Night

D. H. Lawrence * Track #13 On Birds, Beasts, and Flowers

Southern Night Annotated

Come up, thou red thing.
Come up, and be called a moon.

The mosquitoes are biting to-night
Like memories.

Memories, northern memories,
Bitter-stinging white world that bore us
Subsiding into this night.

Call it moonrise
This red anathema?

Rise, thou red thing,
Unfold slowly upwards, blood-dark;
Burst the night's membrane of tranquil stars
Finally.

Maculate
The red Macula.

Southern Night Q&A

Who wrote Southern Night's ?

Southern Night was written by D. H. Lawrence.

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