Self-pity

D. H. Lawrence

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. 

Next 10 Poems

• D. H. Lawrence : Service Of All The Dead
• D. H. Lawrence : Seven Seals
• D. H. Lawrence : Sickness
• D. H. Lawrence : Sigh No More
• D. H. Lawrence : Silence
• D. H. Lawrence : Snake
• D. H. Lawrence : Snap-dragon
• D. H. Lawrence : Sorrow
• D. H. Lawrence : Study
• D. H. Lawrence : Submergence

Previous 10 Poems

• D. H. Lawrence : Search For Truth
• D. H. Lawrence : School On The Outskirts
• D. H. Lawrence : Scent Of Irises
• D. H. Lawrence : Restlessness
• D. H. Lawrence : Reproach
• D. H. Lawrence : Reading A Letter
• D. H. Lawrence : Piccadilly Circus At Night: Street-walkers
• D. H. Lawrence : Piano
• D. H. Lawrence : Phantasmagoria
• D. H. Lawrence : Perfidy