In 4 days it will be the deathday of D H Lawrence. Poet-in-Residence has been more than pleased to select and publish here several of D H Lawrence's poems over the last few weeks. The choice of the final poem has proved the most difficult. Should it be 'Ship of Death' or 'Bavarian Gentians' or even something from his youthful years. After much consideration Poet-in-Residence has finally settled for the following. It makes a fitting epitaph.
A lizard ran out on a rock and looked up, listening
no doubt to the sounding of the spheres.
What a dandy fellow! the right toss of a chin for you
and swirl of a tail!
If men were as much men as lizards are lizards
they'd be worth looking at.
David Herbert Lawrence (1885 - 1930)