Escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we get out of the glass bottles of our own ego,

and when we escape like squirrels from turning in the

cages of our personality

and get into the forest again,

we shall shiver with cold and fright

but things will happen to us

so that we don’t know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,

and 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.

 

(c) D.H. Lawrence

If you were to escape, what landscape would you escape into–and why?
When has passion made your body taut with power. Write about a moment like that–how did you feel, where were you, who was present?
Begin a poem with the line, “When I get into the forest again…” Allow the poem to take you on a journey into your truest, wildest self.

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