I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
-D.H. Lawrence
Poem of the Day: Self-Pity
02/16/2010 by Cosmographia Books
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Poem of the Month 
it is very sad…. but is very sentimental insight of life… as a poet.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they’re so placid and self contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.
–Walt Whitman (stanza from Leaves of Grass)
Thanks Karen. Whitman is one on my gods. I will post this.