Friday, 25 March 2011

Falling in Love with Lawrence All Over Again

Camelias in a vase in my kitchen ~ Photograph by me


Piano

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.


In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.


So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
D. H. Lawrence

After watching the first episode of the new BBC adaptation of Women In Love, I am awash with images, words and music first discovered, first felt, with my nose, mind and heart inside a D. H. Lawrence  book...

3 comments:

  1. How beautiful, his work is still so deeply profound and raw, poetic, moving, poignant, stirring, awakening, passionate - simply wonderful - thanks for reminding us of this Robin xxxx

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  2. It is good to be reminded of the brilliance of D.H. Lawrence.

    I must see if I can watch the adaptation over here in Cyprus.

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  3. Thank you so much for your comments, Bronte and Glynis. It was a truly gorgeous adaptation. It has made me want to reread all my DH Lawrence!! Still, it's really hard to create that magical moment when you first discover him...

    Glynis, the BBC will probably release it in DVD eventually. Must keep your eyes open.

    Thank you both, again xxx

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