I don't know if that is the wording of this poem, but it goes something like this,
"I never saw a wild-thing feel sorry for itself, even when it had fallen dead from a frozen bough"...
Does anyone know who wrote this and what the exact wording is?
Stephanie, it is a very short poem by D. H. Lawrence:
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Thanks so very much... I couldn't remember the wording, so none of the searches I did came back with everything, and I thought I remembered it being one of Lord Byrons' poems...
Again, thanks so very much