between the land and these subliminally-present creatures could not be more alive. And, as so often in the animal poems, part of the charm lies in watching the amused, earnest, marvelling, deeply affectionate man who is watching the animal. Among the creatures in this poem is that small human figure on the pony, not a sun-god, but an English poetic genius, printing in his own way the new paths of technique which the American genius, Walt Whitman, has cleared before him.[by D.H. Lawrence]
Autumn at Taos
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Autumn at Taos by D.H. Lawrence
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