Social Commentaries
People
From Look! We Have Come Through! (1917)
The great gold apples of night
Hang from the street's long bough
Dripping their light
On the faces that drift below,
On the faces that drift and blow
Down the night-time, out of sight
In the wind's sad sough.
The ripeness of these apples of night
Distilling over me
Makes sickening the white
Ghost-flux of faces that hie
Them endlessly, endlessly by
Without meaning or reason why
They ever should be.
Codex Note
The street lamps are 'the great gold apples of night' that drip their light on the faces drifting below, 'without meaning or reason why they ever should be'.
Cite this poem
MLA
Lawrence, D. H. “People.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lawrence/38/.
Chicago
Lawrence, D. H. “People.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lawrence/38/.
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