Autumn : T E Hulme : : Autumn Poems : :

AutumnBY T. E. HULMEA touch of cold in the Autumn night—I walked abroad,And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedgeLike a red-faced farmer.I did not stop to speak, but nodded,And round about were the wistful starsWith white faces like town children. Hulme in his 1908 poem, Autumn sets up a delicate relationship between theContinue reading “Autumn : T E Hulme : : Autumn Poems : :”

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