Strange retorts
D. H. Lawrence's death-pierced voice
Today, “in soft September, at slow sad Michaelmas,” is D. H. Lawrence’s (1885–1930) 137th birthday. In his honor, today’s post presents one effort at coming to grips with that writer’s enigmatic, posthumously published Last Poems—the greatest of which is reprinted below. Inasmuch as mine is an effort, in part, at translating that encounter into discursi…
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