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The upshot was, my paintings must burn that English artists might finally learn.

The upshot was, my paintings must burn that English artists might finally learn.

D. H. Lawrence
Pain, Artist, Might

I believe a man is born first unto himself - for the happy developing of himself, while the world is a nursery, and the pretty things are to be snatched for, and pleasant things tasted; some people seem to exist thus right to the end. But most are born again on entering manhood; then they are born to humanity, to a consciousness of all the laughing, and the never-ceasing murmur of pain and sorrow that comes from the terrible multitudes of brothers.

D. H. Lawrence
Brother, Pain, Believe
D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2000). “The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.7, Cambridge University Press

Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw The blind to hide the garden, where the moon Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. And I do lift my aching arms to you, And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, And I do weep for very pain of you, And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

D. H. Lawrence
Love, Pain, Sleep
D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6178, Delphi Classics

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