I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough

Without ever having felt sorry for itself.

 

Poem by D.H. Lawrence, a favorite of mine.

D.H.Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough

Without ever having felt sorry for itself.

 

Poem by D.H. Lawrence, a favorite of mine.