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‘The only thing to be done now,

now that the waves of our undoing

have begun to strike on us,

is to contain ourselves.

To keep still, and let the wreckage

of ourselves go,

let everything go, as the wave smashes us,

yet keep still, and hold

the tiny grain of something that no wave

can wash away,

not even the most massive wave

of destiny.

Among all the smashed debris of myself

keep quiet, and wait.

For the word is Resurrection.

And even the sea of seas will have to

give up its dead.’

**d.h. lawrence**