D. H. Lawrence - A Mulher Que Fugiu a Cavalo

"The story of the woman who fled on horseback, published in book form in 1928, emerged in literature as a chilling vision of the white woman's adventure among dark-skinned men, exposed to her gaze in a culmination of physical exuberance. This time, the white woman would confront them with absolute indifference to their sexual attractiveness; and, for her part, she would feel seen only as an asexual object among men sumptuously endowed for physical relations. The woman who fled on horseback finds herself among Indians who choose her as their solar messenger. Having fled the boredom of marriage for an adventure that began shrouded in 'a foolish romanticism, even more unreal than that existing in young girls,' she succumbed to the hyper-lucidity conferred by drugs and, with it, to complacency in the face of her destiny as a victim offered to a supreme power. Because those Indians were living through a bad period in their history, robbed by the white man of what had been their ancestral power." They were told of a belief that the great generative force would be obtained from the astronomical encounter of the sun and the moon; and that in glorious times this impossible celestial conjunction was indirectly obtained by the sun descending to the Indian man, the moon descending to the Indian woman, so that in their physical and earthly encounter the Power would multiply. The appearance of the white man had caused the sun and the moon to quarrel, rendering the physical encounters of the Indian man and the Indian woman sterile in terms of this vital force. But it would be enough for the Indian to show himself capable of dominating the white man, offering his wife to the Sun, for the supreme star to penetrate the Indian man again, the moon to enter the Indian woman again, and their conjunction to restore their lost strength. For the setting of this offering, D.H. Lawrence (Nottingham, 1885 – Vence, 1930) recalled a cave he had visited on one of his horseback rides in the vicinity of Taos, the region of the sun-worshipping Indians; which had impressed him with the waterfall in front of the entrance, and which during the winter formed a gigantic stalactite of ice suspended like a supernatural dart.