Lawrence as a poet
Is a poet
Of birds, beasts and flowers,
So casual and occasional,
Eventual and non-serious.
And for taking poetry lightly
Spoils he his poetic genius,
A poet switching over to fiction
And endowing with poetic prose,
Really, a dark genius.
A poet of the ship of death,
The dark journey of oblivion,
He is religious in poetry
A poet of the dark gods
But poetry is but verses to him,
Tidbits, rough drafts,
Sketches circumstantial
And occasional,
Autobiographical,
Overflows from the pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem