Frank’s Story: ‘Snake’ Wednesday, 10 February 2010Posted by edincityoflit in Stories.
Tags: D H Lawrence
The poem I carry has been with me since schooldays when D H Lawrence was revealed to me, I will admit it was around the time of the “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” discussion in the courts. The poem is his “Snake”. I have yet to find any writing that better explores the mixture of feeling between fascination, hatred and then disgust.
I have often read the poem to others but most amusingly, to senior RAAF officers who after exposure to his writings over dinner, were convinced and really enjoyed his work.
I invite you to read this superb piece of British literature.
Frank Pullen (Retired), Bosun of Forth
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.