David Herbert Lawrence

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

Self-Pity - Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

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.


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  • Gold Star - 33,815 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (6/26/2014 12:05:00 AM)

    A small and beautiful poem from the great poet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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