David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)

Self-Pity

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. 

1. Meeting among the Mountains
2. Week-Night Service
3. The Mosquito
4. Perfidy
5. Listening

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