ABSTRACT
Lawrence's loyalty to his gift, to his intuition, was sometimes a disloyalty to his completer humanity, a fault as bad as being, for example, only a Frenchman. It forced him to write out of much less than his whole self. There are two kinds of believing: adopting the attitude as well, and accepting the doctrine as true. The danger is twofold. The poem becomes, as doctrine false and much more serious, the attitude to life in the poem becomes peculiar to Lawrence, merely his, or at best sectarian. Here thirty serious poems may stand with his best, and there are about 250 utterances of the Pansy kind, all in the colloquial, unrhymed, sometimes meditative, sometimes argumentative manner of his later work. Do not introduce an Act of Uniformity against poets.
