In Amores: Poems, D. H. Lawrence builds his verses around stark contrasts: the gorse bush's "quick sparks" against the "desolate wastes of sadness," or the moon "broken in twain" as a symbol of severed connection. His diction oscillates between the bluntly physical—"Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth"—and the abstractly metaphysical, as when he speaks of "the gap in the great constellation" left by a lost beloved. These poems rarely settle into a single tone; instead, they move from ironic self-mockery in "Tease" to the hushed intimacy of "Liaison," where a yew-tree tent becomes a sanctuary. Lawrence's voice is unmistakably his own: urgent, tactile, and unafraid of awkwardness.

Diction of the Body and the Earth

Lawrence repeatedly yokes human physiology to natural processes. In "The Enkindled Spring," the season "bursts up in bonfires green," and the speaker asks, "what fountain of fire am I among / This leaping combustion of spring?" The body is not separate from the landscape but a participant in its energies. Elsewhere, in "Reproach," the beloved's body is described as "earth of my atmosphere, stone / Of my steel, lovely white flint of desire." This fusion of the organic and the mineral gives Lawrence's love poetry a peculiar hardness: tenderness is never soft, but edged with flint and flame. The effect is to make emotion feel tangible, almost geological.

Irregular Rhythms and Broken Forms

Lawrence's prosody resists smoothness. In "The Wild Common," lines stretch and contract unpredictably: "The common flaunts bravely; but below, from the rushes / Crowds of glittering king-cups surge to challenge the blossoming bushes." The enjambment and variable line lengths mimic the restless movement of the speaker's eye. Similarly, "Troth with the Dead" uses a broken moon as its central image, and the poem's syntax mirrors that fracture—short clauses, abrupt pauses, a rhythm that halts and resumes. This formal instability suits Lawrence's subject matter: love that is incomplete, grief that cannot be resolved, desire that remains unfulfilled.

Recurring Imagery of Fire and Water

Two elements dominate the collection: fire and water, often in tension. "The Enkindled Spring" is a poem of conflagration, where green growth becomes "flame-filled bushes" and the speaker is "tossed about like a shadow" in the blaze. In contrast, "Submergence" describes being "submerged" by crowds, forgetting grief momentarily. Water appears as a force of both life and dissolution: the brook that "wakes again, leaps, laughs, and gushes" in "The Wild Common" also feeds a "deep pond" where the speaker watches his own shadow. Fire is active, consuming, masculine; water is passive, enveloping, feminine. Yet Lawrence blurs these categories, making the beloved both "white lightning" and "earth of my atmosphere."

The Speaker's Shifting Persona

Lawrence's first-person voice is not stable. In "Tease," the speaker is playful, even cruel, offering keys to his soul only to withhold secrets: "Maybe yes, and maybe no, / Maybe there are secret places." In "Liaison," he is vulnerable, asking to be "surgeon[ed]" sound. In "Dissolute," he speaks of a "darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained"—the dead beloved folded into his own flame. This multiplicity suggests that the 'I' of these poems is not a single personality but a series of postures: lover, mourner, ironist, mystic. The reader is left to assemble a coherent self from fragments, much as the poems themselves assemble meaning from broken moons and scattered sparks.

The Role of the Natural World

Nature in Amores is never merely backdrop; it is an active participant in the drama of the self. The common is "wild," the gorse "flaunts," the stream "pushes / Its curious course." Lawrence attributes intention to the landscape, as when the moon is "broken in twain" by grief. This anthropomorphism is not sentimental but confrontational: the natural world mirrors human emotion but also exceeds it, indifferent to the speaker's pain. In "Submergence," the speaker forgets his bereavement when "people flicker round me," yet the stars are "wandering in disarray." The cosmos itself is out of joint, and Lawrence's nature reflects that disorder.

Readers approaching Amores should attend to the poems' physicality—the way Lawrence forces language to carry the weight of flesh and earth. His lines often resist easy interpretation, preferring the texture of experience over polished statement. The collection rewards slow reading, allowing each image to accumulate resonance across poems. Pay particular attention to the verbs: Lawrence's world is one of leaping, surging, burning, and gushing, where even stillness is a kind of held breath.