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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tortoise Family Connections</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On he goes, the little one,<br>Bud of the universe,<br>Pediment of life.<br>Setting off somewhere, apparently.<br>Whither away, brisk egg?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His mother deposited him on the soil as if he were no more than droppings,<br>And now he scuffles tinily past her as if she were an old rusty tin.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A mere obstacle,<br>He veers round the slow great mound of her --<br>Tortoises always foresee obstacles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is no use my saying to him in an emotional voice:<br>'This is your Mother, she laid you when you were an egg.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He does not even trouble to answer: 'Woman, what have I to do with thee?'<br>He wearily looks the other way,<br>And she even more wearily looks another way still,<br>Each with the utmost apathy,<br>Incognisant,<br>Unaware,<br>Nothing.<br>As for papa,<br>He snaps when I offer him his offspring,<br>Just as he snaps when I poke a bit of stick at him,<br>Because he is irascible this morning, an irascible tortoise<br>Being touched with love, and devoid of fatherliness.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Father and mother,<br>And three little brothers,<br>And all rambling aimless, like little perambulating pebbles scattered in the garden,<br>Not knowing each other from bits of earth or old tins.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Except that papa and mama are old acquaintances, of course,<br>Though family feeling there is none, not even the beginnings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatherless, motherless, brotherless, sisterless<br>Little tortoise.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Row on then, small pebble,<br>Over the clods of the autumn, wind-chilled sunshine,<br>Young gaiety.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Does he look for a companion?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No, no, don't think it.<br>He doesn't know he is alone;<br>Isolation is his birthright,<br>This atom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To row forward, and reach himself tall on spiny toes,<br>To travel, to burrow into a little loose earth, afraid of the night,<br>To crop a little substance,<br>To move, and to be quite sure that he is moving:<br>Basta!<br>To be a tortoise!<br>Think of it, in a garden of inert clods<br>A brisk, brindled little tortoise, all to himself --<br>Adam!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a garden of pebbles and insects<br>To roam, and feel the slow heart beat<br>Tortoise-wise, the first bell sounding<br>From the warm blood, in the dark-creation morning.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moving, and being himself,<br>Slow, and unquestioned,<br>And inordinately there, O stoic!<br>Wandering in the slow triumph of his own existence,<br>Ringing the soundless bell of his presence in chaos,<br>And biting the frail grass arrogantly,<br>Decidedly arrogantly.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a></strong></div>