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.
DH Lawrence
This is my all time favorite poem. Simple yet powerful. I love how it is so short and concise, yet it is able to touch on a variety of themes; regret, self worth, fear, dignity, morality... I love the way he approaches death as part of the process and not the end. It is obviously inevitable that everyone will die. It is how we chose to live that matters and that should always be our focus. The bird's ability to just be present in the moment without fear or regret is something to strive for in our own lives.
Kimberly
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