We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.


D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence is one of the most beloved and controversial English writers of the 20th century. Growing up in the coal-mining midlands, Lawrence developed a vivid consciousness of the beauty and rightness of the natural world; the mysterious contrast of woman and man with all its glories and dangers; the spiritual nature of sensuality; the smallness of our rational minds; and the cruelties of industry and city life in contrast to the agrarian and communal past. In his twenties, Michael discovered D. H. Lawrence as a uniquely prophetic voice, whose words uncannily mirrored his own perceptions and temperament. Lawrence is best known for his novels but his poetry was uniquely powerful.

IT is Isis the mystery
Must be in love with me.

Here this round ball of earth,
Where all the mountains sit
Solemn in groups,
And the bright rivers flit
Round them for girth:

Here the trees and troops
Darken the shining grass;
And many bright people pass
Like plunder from heaven:

Many bright people pass
Plundered from heaven.

But what of the mistresses,
What the beloved seven?
—They were but witnesses,
I was just driven.

Where is there peace for me?
It is Isis the mystery
Must be in love with me.

- D. H. Lawerence



THE stars that open and shut

Fall on my shallow breast

Like stars on a pool.


The soft wind, blowing cool

Laps little crest after crest

Of ripples across my breast.

And dark grass under my feet

Seems to dabble in me

Like grass in a brook.

Oh, and it is sweet


To be all these things, not to be


Any more myself.


For look, I am weary of myself !



I AM myself at last ; now I achieve

My very self. I, with the wonder mellow,

Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear

And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving

Its limpid sap to culmination, has brought

Itself more sheer and naked out of the green

In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.