Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Nothing To Save

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet. 

1. Submergence
2. A Sane Revolution
3. How Beastly the Bourgeois Is
4. Birdcage Walk
5. Liaison

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