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
 
 
OneLove
 
 
::::MME::::

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