David Herbert Lawrence

(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

Self-pity


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.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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