David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)

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. 

1. Lies about Love
2. We Are Transmitters
3. The Hands of the Betrothed
4. Study
5. The Song of a Man Who Has Come through

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