D. H. Lawrence(1885–1930)

Elemental

Why don't people leave off being lovable

Or thinking they are lovable, or wanting to be lovable,

And be a bit elemental instead

Since man is made up of the elements

Fire, and rain, and air, and live loam

And none of these is lovable

But elemental,

Man is lop-sided on the side of the angels.

I wish men would get back their balance among the elements

And be a bit more fiery, as incapable of telling lies

As fire is.

I wish they'd be true to their own variation, as water is,

Which goes through all the stages of steam and stream and ice

Without losing its head.

I am sick of lovable people,

Somehow they are a lie.