A living
A man should never earn his living.
if he earns his life he’ll be lovely.
A bird
picks up its seed or little snails
between heedless earth and heaven
in heedlessness.
But, the plucky little sport, it gives to life
song, and chirruping, gay feathers, fluff-shadowed
warmth
And all the unspeakable charm of birds hopping
and fluttering and being birds.
-- And we, we get it all from them for nothing.
D.H. Lawrence
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