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.
D.H. Lawrence's poem "Brooding Grief" was published in the 1916 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:
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