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.

(C) David Herbert Lawrence
03/27/2017


Best Poems of David Herbert Lawrence

• The Ship Of Death
• Patience
• Search For Truth
• We Are Transmitters
• Belief
• Bei Hennef
• The Prophet
• A Sane Revolution
• Tortoise Gallantry
• The Enkindled Spring
• Dolor Of Autumn
• Reproach
• Intimates
• Last Words To Miriam
• Monologue Of A Mother
• Mystery
• Lotus Hurt By The Cold
• Beautiful Old Age
• Firelight And Nightfall
• The End