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Tortoises
Tortoises
Tortoises
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Tortoises

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This short collection of poetry is a wonderful introduction to Lawrence's masterful, whimsical, and entertaining prose. Detailing his observations of a group of tortoises living in his garden, he explores intimacy in a way no others have.-
LanguageEnglish
PublisherSAGA Egmont
Release dateOct 21, 2021
ISBN9788726954623
Tortoises
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D. H. Lawrence

David Herbert Lawrence, (185-1930) more commonly known as D.H Lawrence was a British writer and poet often surrounded by controversy. His works explored issues of sexuality, emotional health, masculinity, and reflected on the dehumanizing effects of industrialization. Lawrence’s opinions acquired him many enemies, censorship, and prosecution. Because of this, he lived the majority of his second half of life in a self-imposed exile. Despite the controversy and criticism, he posthumously was championed for his artistic integrity and moral severity.

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    Tortoises - D. H. Lawrence

    Baby tortoise

    You know what it is to be born alone,

    Baby tortoise!

    The first day to heave your feet little by little

    from the shell,

    Not yet awake,

    And remain lapsed on earth,

    Not quite alive.

    A tiny, fragile, half-animate bean.

    To open your tiny beak-mouth, that looks as if

    it would never open,

    Like some iron door;

    To lift the upper hawk-beak from the lower base

    And reach your skinny little neck

    And take your first bite at some dim bit of

    herbage,

    Alone, small insect,

    Tiny bright-eye,

    Slow one.

    To take your first solitary bite

    And move on your slow, solitary hunt.

    Your bright, dark little eye,

    Your eye of a dark disturbed night,

    Under its slow lid, tiny baby tortoise,

    So indomitable.

    No one ever heard you complain.

    You draw your head forward, slowly, from your

    little wimple

    And set forward, slow-dragging, on your four-

    pinned

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