Selected Depictions of Lawrence's Life
- Look! We Have Come Through!: A stage play based on the letters and works of D. H. Lawrence and his wife, Frieda. Scripted by James Petosa and Carole Graham Lehan. Nominated for Helen Hayes Award 1998.
- Priest of Love: A 1981 film based on the non-fiction biography of Lawrence of the same name. It starred Ian McKellen as D. H. Lawrence. The film is mostly focused on Lawrence's stay in Taos, New Mexico, although the source biography covers most of Lawrence's life.
- Coming Through: A 1985 film about D. H. Lawrence who is portrayed by Kenneth Branagh.
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