“It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.”

– William Carlos Williams, from “Asphodel, that Greeny Flower”

In the case of Lady Chatterley, she finds herself facing the empty spaces of desire inaccessible and untamed, the anger and difficulty of a kind of existential void, not knowing on what criteria to base her choices, and she sees in the possibility of a child the hope of salvation, the hope that she will be more than the solitary creature searching in the void; she dreams, however remotely, of making meaning…