A yellow leaf from the darkness <br />Hops like a frog before me. <br />Why should I start and stand still? <br /> <br />I was watching the woman that bore me <br />Stretched in the brindled darkness <br />Of the sick-room, rigid with will <br />To die: and the quick leaf tore me <br />Back to this rainy swill <br />Of leaves and lamps and traffic mingled before me.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brooding-grief-2/
