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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
 
184. Grief
 
By D. H. Lawrence
 
 
THE DARKNESS steals the forms of all the queens.
But oh, the palms of her two black hands are red!
It is Death I fear so much, it is not the dead—
Not this gray book, but the red and bloody scenes.
 
The lamps are white like snowdrops in the grass;        5
The town is like a churchyard, all so still
And gray, now night is here: nor will
Another torn red sunset come to pass.
 
And so I sit and turn the book of gray,
Feeling the shadows like a blind man reading,        10
All fearful lest I find some next word bleeding.
Nay, take my painted missal book away.
 

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