Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Brooding Grief

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. 

1. Submergence
2. A Sane Revolution
3. How Beastly the Bourgeois Is
4. Birdcage Walk
5. Liaison

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