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D.H. Lawrence


“Love on the Farm”

“Love on the Farm” seems like it would be about basking in the beauty of nature right? Wrong. It is a poem about sadism and other sexual gratification, as well as narcissism. In the poem, the main character who I believe is the Hunter is on a hunt. He is on a hunt, seeking to be satiated. His hunger seems to be food-related, while he looks for an animal to hunt. He becomes intrigued with a swallow who is described as cautious, but intriguing. He describes the bird’s darting eyes that sense danger upon his presence. He makes note of the red on the throat of the swallow. As I said previously, it is interesting to me that he made note of the red on the throat of the bird. It is interesting to me because the color red is a very striking color. It is a color that has many meanings. The color red represents love, sex, sensuality, romance, and enticement. This is where some sensuality can be seen in the poem early on. Lawrence’s pushes the envelope by depicting this character as somehow pleased after slaughtering a rabbit, after missing the chance to harness the beautiful swallow. After pronouncing his sadism upon the innocent hare, he then further expresses it upon his wife. Coming at her with an uplifted sword, she begins to fidget, unaware of what he is about to do. As he comes closer and closer, he seems to take his sadism to a more sexual level after taking her mouth and kissing her. This was the most climactic moment in the poem to me because it reveals exactly how sadistic the Hunter is. He preyed upon innocent creatures who he saw as gentle and graceful animals and then came home to his own graceful, gentle creature who he proceeded to dominate, conquering the moment, and then her.


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This entry was posted on August 30, 2013 by in Modern British Poetry (My thoughts) and tagged , , .
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