D.H. Lawrence

I’ve only yet read Lady Chatterly’s Lover but D.H. Lawrence but recently I found a very cheap second hand copy of Three Novellas after not having read anything by him for over a year or two. But aaah I think I’ve fallen in love again and this time it’ll be forever! Sadly, today’s a national holiday but tomorrow I’m definitely going for the look-out for Women in Love! Anyway, I just wanted to share this quote of Frida Weekley, D.H. Lawrence’s wife; “What he had seen and felt and known he gave in his writing to his fellow men, the splendour of living, the hope of more and more life… a heroic and immeasurable gift”. Now, I know that a widow will automatically romanticise their late husband (most anyway!) and since I read this in a pretext of Three Novellas you might normally bring it down a little since those things always exaggerate but this quote is so perfect! It’s exactly what I feel when reading anything by D.H. Lawrence! I can’t add anything to that quote. But here’s The Piano by D.H. Lawrence which I just found and also fell in love with.

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.