This is one of the more interesting poetry collections that I’ve read of late – Lawrence, the man who’s best-known for Lady Chatterley’s Lover and Sons and Lovers, is an excellent poet, as well as a strong writer. Here, we watch him develop from a youngster who dabbled with rhyming poetry to a cynical old man, who wrote in free verse and used his art to show his disdain for the world.
In fact, I never knew that Lawrence was such a gifted poet, able to cover all sorts of subjects with a flair. I’ll leave you with one of his short poems, ‘New Houses, New Clothes‘, to illustrate my point:
New houses, new furniture, new streets, new clothes, new sheets Everything new and machine-made sucks life out of us And makes us cold, makes us lifeless The more we have.