D. H. Lawrence, Tortoises (New York: Thomas Seltzer, 1921): 43-50. PR 6023 A93 T6 1921 Robarts Library
2I said he was dumb,
3Yet I've heard him cry.
4First faint scream,
5Out of life's unfathomable dawn,
6Far off, so far, like a madness, under the horizon's dawning rim,
7Far, far off, far scream.
9Why were we crucified into sex?
10Why were we not left rounded off, and finished in ourselves,
11As we began,
12As he certainly began, so perfectly alone?
13A far, was-it-audible scream,
15Worse than the cry of the new-born,
23All tiny, tiny, far away, reptile under the first dawn.
24War-cry, triumph, acute-delight, death-scream reptilian,
25Why was the veil torn?
26The silken shriek of the soul's torn membrane?
27The male soul's membrane
28Torn with a shriek half music, half horror.
30Male tortoise, cleaving behind the hovel-wall of that dense female,
31Mounted and tense, spread-eagle, out-reaching out of the shell
33Long neck, and long vulnerable limbs extruded, spread-eagle over her house-roof,
34And the deep, secret, all-penetrating tail curved beneath her walls,
35Reaching and gripping tense, more reaching anguish in uttermost tension
37Opening its clenched face from his outstretched neck
38And giving that fragile yell, that scream,
40From his pink, cleft, old-man's mouth,
41Giving up the ghost,
43His scream, and his moment's subsidence,
44The moment of eternal silence,
45Yet unreleased, and after the moment, the sudden, startling jerk of coition, and at once
46The inexpressible faint yell --
47And so on, till the last plasm of my body was melted back
48To the primeval rudiments of life, and the secret.
49So he tups, and screams
50Time after time that frail, torn scream
51After each jerk, the longish interval,
52The tortoise eternity,
53Agelong, reptilian persistence,
54Heart-throb, slow heart-throb, persistent for the next spasm.
55I remember, when I was a boy,
56I heard the scream of a frog, which was caught with his foot in the mouth of an up-starting snake;
57I remember when I first heard bull-frogs break into sound in the spring;
58I remember hearing a wild goose out of the throat of night
59Cry loudly, beyond the lake of waters;
60I remember the first time, out of a bush in the darkness, a nightingale's piercing cries and gurgles startled the depths of my soul;
61I remember the scream of a rabbit as I went through a wood at midnight;
62I remember the heifer in her heat, blorting and blorting through the hours, persistent and irrepressible;
63I remember my first terror hearing the howl of weird, amorous cats;
64I remember the scream of a terrified, injured horse, the sheet-lightning
65And running away from the sound of a woman in labor, something like an owl whooing,
66And listening inwardly to the first bleat of a lamb,
67The first wail of an infant,
68And my mother singing to herself,
69And the first tenor singing of the passionate throat of a young collier, who has long since drunk himself to death,
70The first elements of foreign speech
71On wild dark lips.
72And more than all these,
73And less than all these,
75Strange, faint coition yell
76Of the male tortoise at extremity,
77Tiny from under the very edge of the farthest far-off horizon of life.
79The wheel on which our silence first is broken,
80Sex, which breaks up our integrity, our single inviolability, our deep silence
81Tearing a cry from us.
82Sex, which breaks us into voice, sets us calling across the deeps, calling, calling for the complement,
83Singing, and calling, and singing again, being answered, having found.
84Torn, to become whole again, after long seeking for what is lost,
86That which is whole, torn asunder,
87That which is in part, finding its whole again throughout the universe.
1] The previous poem in the Tortoises group is "Tortoise Gallantry." Back to Line
8] in extremis: (pushed) to his limits (Latin "extremus"). Back to Line
14] plasm: the speaker's blood (cd. 47), or perhaps the uttermost stellar matter. Back to Line
36] tupping: copulating. Back to Line
42] Pentecost: Christian feast celebrating the descent of the Holy Ghost in tongues of fire on the apostles, who in this way received the gift of speaking in many languages. Back to Line
62] blorting: onomatopoeic for the heifer's mating cry. Back to Line
85] Osiris: the Egyptian god of the dead, a king who was murdered and hacked to pieces by his brother Set. Back to Line
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