This one is for Rob Dunlavey.
This is a book that I came across while living in Salt Lake. Not only does it have an amazing dust jacket, but also has some great content that is relevant today as it was then.
I took my copy of D.H. Lawrence’s POEMS off the shelf today to pack it for shipping, and found a bookmark on a page that has one of my favorite poems of his-
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.
Stoic man, very stoic verse. Anyway, this post is for Rob Dunlavey.