Posted by: L | March 1, 2010

Poetry

One could say that I’m a closet poetry reader. It’s true I am. One my favorites is D.H. Lawrence. His stark, clear prose of nature and observations of humanity always strike a cord. Below are two of my favorites (that I’d forgotten) and read again yesterday is:

“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.”

“Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.”

With those two thoughts in mind. I’m off to knit.

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