It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, … - D. H. Lawrence

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D. H. Lawrence

It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.

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