In the canon
Complete Poems
- Form
- Form Poetry Collection
- Year
- Year 1964
- Pages
- Pages 1100
On a hot Sicilian morning a snake reaches the water trough before Lawrence does, and he stands back, honoured, until the voice of his education tells him to kill it. He throws a log, the snake pours itself away into the black hole in the wall, and he is left with the confession that indicts a civilisation: he has something to expiate, a pettiness.
A snake came to my water-trough
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