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Knud Merrild A POET AND TWO PAINTERS A Memoir of D. H. Lawrence GEORGE ROUTLEDGE SONS LTD. BROADWAY HOUSE 68-74 CARTER LANE, E. G. LONDON To Frieda, my wife and GkStzsche and all of Lawrences and my friends. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS D. H. Lawrence Frontispiece FACING PAGE The Adobe Church in Rancho de Taos, New Mexico, 1922 g Knud Merrild in the Danes 5 Taos Studio, 1922 . 18 The Danes and their faithful Lizzie . . .18 Lawrence and G6tzsche outside Hot Springs, Rio Grande Canyon, Taos, New Mexico, 1922 . . 34 In the Foothills, Desert beyond, 1922 52 The Danes 9 cabin, Del Monte Ranch, 1922 . . 74 Lawrence and Frieda outside their house on Del Monte Ranch, 1922-23 74 Frieda Lawrence on her pet horse Azul ... 84 Knud Merrild in Taos Indian Pueblo, New Mexico, 1923 118 Living-room in Lawrences cabin. Above mantel is a water-colour copy by Lawrence . . - 128 D. H. Lawrence and Frieda Lawrence with Pips on the porch, Del Monte Ranch, 1922-23 . . 160 Knud Merrild with his first rabbit at Del Monte. Note Mabels scarf, and cap made by Frieda . 178 ix Desert and Mountains. New Mexico, 1922 . . 24,0 Knud Merrild and Scotty, Taos, New Mexico, 1922 266 Frieda Lawrence at Atlixcomex, 1923 . . - 292 Knud Merrild, Del Monte Ranch, New Mexico 1922-23. Grew a beard living in the mountains 306 Lawrence, the two Danes and a friend . . .322 FOREWORD SOON after Lawrences death books about him began to appear, many books and many were the requests made to me to write my book about him. But I refused. In five years there were a dozen or more books about Lawrence. Then friends of Lawrence and myself pointed out that the mass of writings about Lawrence was a mass of contradic tions and they again asked me to writeabout him. And I said Nobody can tell us anything about him that he hasnt told better himself. For those who can read there is nothing to be added. And besides, who would care to read another book on Lawrence Then I was told that I owed it to Lawrence to tell my story of him. I had not considered that point of view. Had it become my duty to Lawrence, my mission, to tell my story Perhaps these other books, good, bad or indifferent, had made it necessary for me, had made it a duty for me to write It wasnt clear to mebut rather than seem to the few whom I knew to shirk my duty to Lawrence, I would take the risk of facing the ridicule of the many unknown to me. And then I recalled that Lawrence had once said to me, If you ever in any way can profit by my name, you are welcome to do so. I felt that all I could do was to try I do not, however, pretend that this is the book of books about Lawrence, nor a challenge to all the other books. I have not read them all. And if there is a challenge here and there, it is because it couldnt be helped. xi Being a painter I did not know how to start writing a book. I simply began writing of an incident that stood out very clearly in my memory, thinking I would write of each such incident by itself and then piece them all together. I wrote in my spare time, and when half a year had elapsed I discovered that I was still writing and rewriting that first incident. If I was going to do it at all, I was going to do it well. But presently it was clear to me that this attempt to be literary might have the result that the job would never be finished. And then, too, I remembered Lawrence saying once All that arty and literary crew, I know them, they are smoking, steaming shits. ... I feel I never want to see an artist again while I live. I didnt want to belong to this category. I discarded all I had done, and realized that I would have to write with ease, as naturally as if I wa just telling my story to a small group of friends, telling what I remembered, what happened, and what was said and done. Such a record may contain many trivialities, but our life together was everyday and not all Grand Opera. Every day is not always flattering, neither is truth. But, as H. C...