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Tortoises: “Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.”
Tortoises: “Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.”
Tortoises: “Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.”
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For many of us DH Lawrence was a schoolboy hero. Who can forget sniggering in class at the mention of ‘Women In Love’ or ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’? Lawrence was a talented if nomadic writer whose novels were passionately received, suppressed at times and generally at odds with Establishment values. This of course did not deter him. At his death in 1930 at the young age of 44 he was more often thought of as a pornographer but in the ensuing years he has come to be more rightly regarded as one of the most imaginative writers these shores have produced. As well as his novels he was also a masterful poet (he wrote over 800 of them), a travel writer as well as an author of many classic short stories. Here we publish his poetry collection ‘Tortoises’. Once again Lawrence shows his hand as a brilliant writer. Delving into situations and peeling them back to reveal the inner heart.

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Release dateSep 12, 2014
ISBN9781783941605
Tortoises: “Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.”
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D. H. Lawrence

David Herbert Lawrence was born on 11th September 1881 in Eastwood, a small mining village in Nottinghamshire, in the English Midlands. Despite ill health as a child and a comparatively disadvantageous position in society, he became a teacher in 1908, and took up a post in a school in Croydon, south of London. His first novel, The White Peacock, was published in 1911, and from then until his death he wrote feverishly, producing poetry, novels, essays, plays travel books and short stories, while travelling around the world, settling for periods in Italy, New Mexico and Mexico. He married Frieda Weekley in 1914 and died of tuberculosis in 1930.

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    Tortoises - D. H. Lawrence

    D H Lawrence - Tortoises

    For many of us DH Lawrence was a schoolboy hero. Who can forget sniggering in class at the mention of ‘Women In Love’ or ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’?   Lawrence was a talented if nomadic writer whose novels were passionately received, suppressed at times and generally at odds with Establishment values.  This of course did not deter him.  

    At his death in 1930 at the young age of 44 he was more often thought of as a pornographer but in the ensuing years he has come to be more rightly regarded as one of the most imaginative writers these shores have produced. 

    As well as his novels he was also a masterful poet (he wrote over 800 of them), a travel writer as well as an author of many classic short stories. 

    Here we publish his poetry collection ‘Tortoises’. Once again Lawrence shows his hand as a brilliant writer. Delving into situations and peeling them back to reveal the inner heart.

    Index Of Contents

    Baby Tortoise

    Tortoise-Shell

    Tortoise Family Connections

    Lui et Elle

    Tortoise Gallantry

    Tortoise Shout

    DH Lawrence – A Short Biography

    DH Lawrence – A Concise Bibliography

    BABY TORTOISE

    You know what it is to be born alone,

    Baby tortoise!

    The first day to heave your feet little by little

    from the shell,

    Not yet awake,

    And remain lapsed on earth,

    Not quite alive.

    A tiny, fragile, half-animate bean.

    To open your tiny beak-mouth, that looks as if

    it would never open,

    Like some iron door;

    To lift the upper hawk-beak from the lower base

    And reach your skinny little neck

    And take your first

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