Thomas Ernest Hulme poems
Thomas Ernest Hulme(1883 - 1917 / England)
Autumn
- by Thomas Ernest Hulme 14
A touch of cold in the Autumn night --I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
The Embankment
- by Thomas Ernest Hulme 14
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.)Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth's the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.