忧思

一片黄叶，自暗处

青蛙般在我面前跃起；

干吗我该受惊而站住不动？

我正在看那生我的女人

躺在斑斑黑暗的

病房里，执意想

死：而疾动的叶子把我扯回

到这雨湿的残渣

这在我面前搅合的叶与灯与市街。

BROODING GRIEF

     by D.H. Lawrence

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 the city street mingled before me.