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THE WILD COMMON by D. H. Lawrence

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A young man undresses on a common — a stretch of wild, open land — and dives into a pond, experiencing the water, the wind, and the vibrant landscape as if they're parts of his own body and soul.

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D. H. Lawrence
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THE WILD COMMON

D. H. Lawrence

THE quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the pee-wits are sweeping: They are lords of the desolate wastes of sadness their screamings proclaim. Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth, lie Low-rounded on the mournful grass they have bitten down to the quick. Are they asleep?--Are they alive?--Now see, when I Move my arms the hill bursts and heaves under their spurting kick. The common flaunts bravely; but below, from the rushes Crowds of glittering king-cups surge to challenge the blossoming bushes; There the lazy streamlet pushes Its curious course mildly; here it wakes again, leaps, laughs, and gushes. Into a deep pond, an old sheep-dip, Dark, overgrown with willows, cool, with the brook ebbing through so slow, Naked on the steep, soft lip Of the bank I stand watching my own white shadow quivering to and fro. What if the gorse flowers shrivelled and kissing were lost? Without the pulsing waters, where were the marigolds and the songs of the brook? If my veins and my breasts with love embossed Withered, my insolent soul would be gone like flowers that the hot wind took. So my soul like a passionate woman turns, Filled with remorseful terror to the man she scorned, and her love For myself in my own eyes' laughter burns, Runs ecstatic over the pliant folds rippling down to my belly from the breast-lights above. Over my sunlit skin the warm, clinging air, Rich with the songs of seven larks singing at once, goes kissing me glad. And the soul of the wind and my blood compare Their wandering happiness, and the wind, wasted in liberty, drifts on and is sad. Oh but the water loves me and folds me, Plays with me, sways me, lifts me and sinks me as though it were living blood, Blood of a heaving woman who holds me, Owning my supple body a rare glad thing, supremely good.

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§01Quick summary

What this poem is about

A young man undresses on a common — a stretch of wild, open land — and dives into a pond, experiencing the water, the wind, and the vibrant landscape as if they're parts of his own body and soul. The poem captures the joy of being alive in a physical form and how the natural world seems to respond with affection. Lawrence wonders: who would I be without feeling, without the rhythm of the world flowing through me?

§02Themes

Recurring themes

§03Line by line

Stanza by stanza, with notes

  1. THE quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, / Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame;

    Editor's note

    Lawrence opens with a burst of energy — sunlight glinting off gorse (a spiky shrub with yellow flowers) resembles tiny flames. The pee-wits (lapwings, a bird found in moorlands) soar above, their piercing calls echoing across the desolate landscape. The word "exultant" immediately establishes the emotional tone: this is a place of wild, almost fierce vitality.

  2. Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth, lie / Low-rounded on the mournful grass they have bitten down to the quick.

    Editor's note

    The rabbits look like lumps of earth — hardly noticeable against the ground. They appear motionless, almost lifeless. Yet, as soon as the speaker moves his arms, they spring to life. This moment gives Lawrence his first clue that the landscape is *responsive*, hiding life within its seeming stillness.

  3. The common flaunts bravely; but below, from the rushes / Crowds of glittering king-cups surge to challenge the blossoming bushes;

    Editor's note

    The common (the open land) comes alive, depicted as bold and vibrant. King-cups (marsh marigolds) pack the stream banks, engaging in a floral contest. The stream has its own character—sometimes lazy, then suddenly lively and laughing. Lawrence paints a picture of the landscape as a dynamic, expressive, and social entity.

  4. Into a deep pond, an old sheep-dip, / Dark, overgrown with willows, cool, with the brook ebbing through so slow,

    Editor's note

    The speaker reaches the quiet heart of the poem: a dark, shaded pond that was once used for washing sheep. He stands naked on the bank, gazing at his own white reflection shimmering in the water. This image of the quivering shadow is the poem's focal point—the self observed from an outside perspective, unstable, rippling, and vibrant.

  5. What if the gorse flowers shrivelled and kissing were lost? / Without the pulsing waters, where were the marigolds and the songs of the brook?

    Editor's note

    This is the philosophical heart of the poem. Lawrence poses a thought-provoking question: if the natural world dried up and sensation disappeared, what would remain of the self? His answer is stark — the soul, without the vibrancy of physical, sensory life, would fade away like flowers wilting in a hot wind. The body and the world aren't separate from the soul; they *are* the soul.

  6. So my soul like a passionate woman turns, / Filled with remorseful terror to the man she scorned, and her love

    Editor's note

    Lawrence depicts his soul as a woman who has been distant and indifferent toward the body ("the man she scorned"), but now she returns to it with an urgent, almost terrified love. The soul realizes it cannot survive without the physical form. The speaker takes joy in his own body — his skin, his belly, the light on his chest — and this is expressed as the soul joyfully embracing him.

  7. Over my sunlit skin the warm, clinging air, / Rich with the songs of seven larks singing at once, goes kissing me glad.

    Editor's note

    The air wraps around the speaker like a lover, brushing against their skin. The song of the larks mingles seamlessly with the atmosphere. But then, Lawrence brings in a hint of sadness: the wind, despite its freedom, continues on, carrying a sense of sorrow. True liberty without connection feels like loneliness. In contrast, the speaker finds themselves *embraced* by the landscape.

  8. Oh but the water loves me and folds me, / Plays with me, sways me, lifts me and sinks me as though it were living blood,

    Editor's note

    The poem concludes with a complete immersion. The water is likened to the blood of a woman who possesses the speaker's body. This is Lawrence at his most typical: erotic, physical, and entirely earnest about it. The body isn't something to feel ashamed of — it's "a rare glad thing, supremely good." The last line expresses a gentle joy in simply being alive and present in one's body.

§04Tone & mood

How this poem feels

The tone of the poem is vibrant and sensory for the most part — Lawrence seems almost intoxicated by the physical world. In the middle stanzas, there’s a moment of anxiety as he contemplates a loss of sensation, but this shifts into a feeling resembling ecstasy by the end. The prevailing emotion is one of celebration, but it’s a hard-won celebration, not simple optimism. Lawrence has faced the prospect of emptiness and opted for the richness of the body.

§05Symbols & metaphors

Symbols & metaphors

The pond / sheep-dip
The dark, calm pond reflects the self—the speaker literally sees his own image. It's also a space for deep immersion and change, where the line between body and nature blurs. Its past as a sheep-dip (a practical agricultural use) roots the mystical experience in everyday life.
The white shadow
The speaker's reflection rippling in the water shows the self as viewed from the outside — unstable and shifting, influenced by the surrounding environment. This indicates that identity isn't permanent but rather fluid, molded by its connection with the living world.
Gorse and king-cups (marigolds)
The flowering plants represent sensory, physical life at its peak. Lawrence employs them in his main condition — if they wither, the soul would perish as well. They aren't just for show; they demonstrate that beauty and vitality go hand in hand.
The wind
The wind is free yet carries a sense of sadness — it floats aimlessly, lacking connection or a sense of belonging. Lawrence presents it as a cautionary tale: true freedom, devoid of physical presence or relationships, leads to a particular kind of loneliness. In contrast, the speaker, anchored by water and earth, possesses something that the wind lacks.
The water as living blood
In the final stanza, the water is directly likened to the blood of a woman cradling the speaker. This blurs the line between the human body and the natural world completely. Water and blood merge into one substance — both serve as the essence of life.
The soul as a passionate woman
Lawrence depicts the soul as a woman who once rejected the body but now embraces it with both love and fear. This flips the usual order that sees the soul as superior to the body. In this view, the soul *requires* the body, rather than the reverse.

§06Historical context

Historical context

Lawrence wrote "The Wild Common" around 1905–1906, when he was in his late teens and early twenties, living near Eastwood in Nottinghamshire—a landscape filled with collieries, farmland, and open common land. He made significant revisions before including it as the opening poem of his *Collected Poems* (1928), underscoring how important its themes remained for him. This poem is part of the Romantic tradition of nature poetry but goes further: while Wordsworth sought moral lessons in nature, Lawrence discovers erotic and physical connections. The poem also foreshadows a key theme in his later novels—that modern industrial life has disconnected people from their bodies and the natural world, and that this disconnection amounts to a kind of death. For Lawrence, standing naked on the common is both a personal and a political statement.

§07FAQ

Questions readers ask

A young man steps out onto a vast expanse of untamed land, undresses, and immerses himself in a pond. The poem captures his journey of feeling utterly connected to the nature surrounding him — the birds, the flowers, the water, and the wind. Yet it also presents a perspective: Lawrence argues that the soul and body are intertwined, and that physical sensations should not be viewed as inferior to spiritual experiences. In fact, they are spiritual experiences.

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