I think upon D. H. Lawrence a giant of a man and a favorite Poet who lives in my library.
ESCAPE
When we get out of the glass bottles of our own ego, and when we escape like squirrels from turning the cages of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and instructions will curl up like burnt paper.
I think upon D. H. Lawrence a giant of a man and a favorite Poet who lives in my library.
ESCAPE
When we get out of the glass bottles of our own ego, and when we escape like squirrels from turning the cages of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and instructions will curl up like burnt paper.
D.H. Lawrence