Escape
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, unlying 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.
D. H. Lawrence
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, unlying 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.
D. H. Lawrence
Karan - 20. November, 13:45
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MMarheinecke - 20. November, 15:18
Ein mich traurig stimmendes Gedicht
Denn selbst D. H. Lawrence ist die Flucht aus der gläserne Flasche seines Egos nicht gelungen.
Karan - 20. November, 19:43
Aber selbst, wenn er über die Sehnsucht danach nie herausgekommen wäre, hat er doch Worte dafür gefunden, die die Sehnsucht in anderen anfachen. Und egal, ob es ganz gelingt: schon ein Schritt in die Richtung ist etwas wert.
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