The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent, they are in another world.
The White Horse
About the poet
D.H. Lawrence
1885 - 1930/Male/EnglishA novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter whose works explore the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation, sexuality, emotional health, vitality, spontaneity, and instinct.
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Self-pity
I never saw a wild thingsorry for itself.
Dreams
All people dream, but not equally.Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Tortoise Shell
The Cross, the CrossGoes deeper in than we know,
Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
Whales Weep Not!
They say the sea is cold, but the sea containsthe hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge
