D.H. Lawrence on love
October 25, 2011 § Leave a comment
My apologies for the sentimentalism/romanticism/idealism that is about to ensue. I may be losing my ‘Cynic for Life’ card, but Lawrence’s discussion of love is just too beautiful not to share.
“There is,” he said, in a voice of pure abstraction, “a final me which is stark and impersonal and beyond responsibility. So there is a final you. And it is there I would want to meet you — not in the emotional, loving plane — but there beyond, where there is no speech and no terms of agreement. There we are two stark, unknown beings, two utterly strange creatures, I would want to approach you, and you me. — And there could be no obligation, because there is no standard for action there, because no understanding has been reaped from that plane. It is quite inhuman, — so there can be no calling to book, in any form whatsoever — because one is outside the pale of all that is accepted, and nothing known applies. One can only follow the impulse, taking that which lies in front, and responsible for nothing, asked for nothing, giving nothing, only each taking according to the primal desire.”
“Only there needs the pledge between us, that we will both cut off everything, cast off ourselves even, and cease to be, so that that which is perfectly ourselves can take place in us.”
“I want to find you, where you don’t know your own existence, the you that your common sense denies utterly.”