Crazy Jane and Lady Chatterley

I met the Bishop on the road

And much said he and I.

`Those breasts are flat and fallen now

Those veins must soon be dry;

Live in a heavenly mansion,

Not in some foul sty.'

`Fair and foul are near of kin,

And fair needs foul,' I cried.

'My friends are gone, but that's a truth

Nor grave nor bed denied,

Learned in bodily lowliness

And in the heart's pride.

`A woman can be proud and stiff

When on love intent;

But Love has pitched his mansion in

The place of excrement;

For nothing can be sole or whole

That has not been rent.'

—Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop, W.B. Yeats

Words for music perhaps and other poems (1932)

Taken from the preface letter by Archibald MacLeish in the unabridged 1959 Grove edition of Lady Chatterley, with some other gems:

The purpose of the book is manifestly pure: pure as being the high purpose of a serious artist; pure as being the cleansing purpose of a social reformer who hates lechery and sexual morbidity as he hates the devil himself. Lawrence's purpose here is the cleansing purpose of freeing humanity from the domination, which seemed to him evil, of the abstract intellect and sterile will by a return to the natural life of the body and the senses. His enemies are hypocrisy and intellectualism and sham. His admiration is for wholeness and awareness and life. One may or may not agree with Lawrence's estimate of the saving power of the senses and of natural sex in particular, or with his judgment of the destroying power of "the life of the mind", but it is impossible to question honestly the purity of his motive.