This morning, DH Lawrence’s poetry rings in my ears. The fiction he wrote was so overwrought, indulgent and obvious. His poetry though… evocative and restrained. Very often, he captured the conflict, desire, yearning we all feel – while respecting the individual experience. My best friend, a Marine, loves this poem. We remind each other of it whenever the other needs it. Good stuff. And Semper Fi.
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself. —DH Lawrence