Tal como Shelley e Hardy antes dele, Lawrence irá continuar a enterrar os seus próprios cangalheiros, precisamente como Whitman enterrou várias gerações de agentes funerários que o puseram de parte.

Harold Bloom, O Cânone Ocidental, p.264.

AFTER THE OPERA

Down the stone stairs
Girls with their large eyes wide with tragedy
Lift looks of shocked and momentous emotion up at me.
And I smile.

Ladies
Stepping like birds with their bright and pointed feet
Peer anxiously forth, as if for a boat to carry them out of the

[wreckage;

And among the wreck of the theatre crowd
I stand and smile.
They take tragedy so becomingly;
Wich pleases me.

But when I meet the weary eyes
The reddened, aching eyes  of the bar-man with thin arms,
I am glad to go back to where I came from.

D. H. Lawrence

DISCORD IN CHILDHOOD

Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,

And at night when the wind rose, the lash of the tree

Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship's

Weird ringging in a strom shrieks hideously.

Witnin the house two voices arouse, a splender lash

Whistling she-delirious rage, and the dreadful sound

Of a male thong booming and bruising, until it had drowned

The other voive in a silence of blood, 'neath the noise of the ash.

D. H. Lawrence