Set 11


Tal como Shelley e Hardy antes dele, Lawrence irá continuar a enterrar os seus próprios cangalheiros, precisamente como Whitman enterrou várias gerações de agentes funerários que o puseram de parte.

Harold Bloom, O Cânone Ocidental, p.264.
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Out 10


Down the stone stairs
Girls with their large eyes wide with tragedy
Lift looks of shocked and momentous emotion up at me.
And I smile.

Stepping like birds with their bright and pointed feet
Peer anxiously forth, as if for a boat to carry them out of the

And among the wreck of the theatre crowd
I stand and smile.
They take tragedy so becomingly;
Wich pleases me.

But when I meet the weary eyes
The reddened, aching eyes  of the bar-man with thin arms,
I am glad to go back to where I came from.

D. H. Lawrence
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Jul 10


Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,

And at night when the wind rose, the lash of the tree
Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship's
Weird rigging in a strom shrieks hideously.
Withnin the house two voices arouse, a slender lash
Whistling she-delirious rage, and the dreadful sound
Of a male thong booming and bruising, until it had drowned
The other voice in a silence of blood, 'neath the noise of the ash.
D. H. Lawrence
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