Eagle in New Mexico
by D.H. Lawrence
Towards the sun, towards the south-west
A scorched breast.
A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer,
Like a retort.
An eagle at the top of a low cedar-bush
On the sage-ash desert
Reflecting the scorch of the sun from his breast ;
Eagle, with the sickle dripping darkly above.
Lawrence actually spent very little time here, although we’d like to claim him as our own.
He and Frieda had separate rooms in life and in death:
The tree by his cabin inspired Georgia O’Keeffe’s “Lawrence Tree” painting.
I don’t particularly associate Lawrence with cats, but a friendly little sphinx seems to guard his grave.