Lyric and sensual, D.H. Lawrence's Lady
Chatterley's Lover is the story of a lonely woman trapped in
a sterile marriage who finds love with the virile gameskeeper of
her husband's estate. The book portrays the regenerative power
of sexual love between man and woman - an affirmation of life and
the possibility of happiness.
She took off her things, and made him do the same. She was lovely in
the first soft flush of her pregnancy.
"I ought to leave you alone," he said.
"No!" she said. "Love me! Love me,
and say you'll keep me. Say you'll keep me! Say you'll never let me
go, to the world nor to anybody."
She crept close against him, clinging
fast to his thin, strong, naked body, the only home she had ever known.
"Then I'll keep thee," he said. "If
tha wants it, then I'll keep thee."
He held her round and fast.
"And say you're glad about the child," she
repeated. "Kiss it! Kiss my womb and say you're glad it's there."
But that was more difficult for him.
"I've a dread of puttin' children
I' th' world," he said. "I've a dread o' th' future for 'em."
"But you've put it into me. Be tender
to it, and that will be it's future already. Kiss it!"
He quivered, because it was true. "Be
tender to it, and that will be its future."- At that moment he felt
a sheer love for the woman. He kissed her belly and her mound of Venus,
to kiss close to the womb and the foetus within the womb.
"Oh, you love me! You love me!" she
said, in a little cry like one of her blind, inarticulate love cries.
And he went into her softly, feeling the stream of tenderness flowing
in release from his bowels to her, the bowels of compassion kindled
And he realized as he went into her
that this was the thing he had to do, to come into tender touch, without
losing his pride or his dignity as a man. After all, if she had money
and means, and he had none, he should be too proud and honourable to
hold back his tenderness from her on that account. "I stand for the
touch of bodily awareness between human beings," he said to himself, "and
the touch of tenderness. And she is my mate. And it is a battle against
the money, and the machine, and the insentient ideal monkeyishness
of the world. And she will stand behind me there. Thank God I've got
a woman! Thank God I've got a woman who is with me, and tender and
aware of me. Thank God she's not a bully, nor a fool. Thank God she's
a tender, aware woman." And as his seed sprang in her, his soul sprang
towards her too, in the creative act that is far more than procreative.