Poet’s Nook: "When" by D.H Lawrence

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, 
when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, 
we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we do not know ourselves. 
Cool, undying life will rush in, 
passion will make our bodies taut with power, 
we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, 
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s