“Brooding Grief” by D.H. 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.


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:


The Modernist Journals Project

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