I was at a workshop where the poem by d.h. lawrence, Escape, was read. It moved me deeply. If anyone has this poem, I would love to have a copy of it. Please e-mail this poem to me.

Thank you for your help.

Stephen

-- steve (pladolphin@aol.com), March 07, 1999

Answers

this one ? . When we get out of the glass bottles of

our ego,

and 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 don't know ourselves.

Cool, undying life will rush in,

and 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. D. H. Lawrence

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), March 07, 1999.