There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.


The complete poems of D. H. Lawrence (ed. 1972)


There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.