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.
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"A yellow leaf from the darkness..."
Exploring the themes of classic, D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) delivers a powerful performance in "Brooding Grief"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...