Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
WearinessD. H. Lawrence
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Floating up from the forgotten
Cigarette between my fingers—
Why does it trouble me?
When I carried my mother downstairs,
A few times only, at the beginning
Of her soft-foot malady,
To my gayety, a long gray hair
On the breast of my coat, and I let it float,
Gray strand, towards the dark chimney.