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School On The Outskirts - By D H Lawrence


How different, in the middle of snows, the great

school rises red!

A red rock silent and shadowless, clung round

with clusters of shouting lads,

Some few dark-cleaving the doorway, souls that

cling as the souls of the dead

In stupor persist at the gates of life, obstinate

dark monads.


This new red rock in a waste of white rises against

the day

With shelter now, and with blandishment, since

the winds have had their way

And laid the desert horrific of silence and snow on

the world of mankind,

School now is the rock in this weary land the winter

burns and makes blind.


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