David Herbert Lawrence

(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

Brooding Grief - Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

A yellow leaf from the darkness
Hops like a frog before me.
Why should I start and stand still?

I was watching the woman that bore me
Stretched in the brindled darkness
Of the sick-room, rigid with will
To die: and the quick leaf tore me
Back to this rainy swill
Of leaves and lamps and traffic mingled before me.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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