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Autumn
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Thomas Ernest Hulme


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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.

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Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917) was an English journalist and translator. Kicked out of Cambridge for a prank, he studied math and philosophy, taught English, and revolutionized poetry before enlisting in the British Army and getting killed in battle.Widely admired for his intellect, ideology, and joie de vivre, many say the world--certainly, the world of letters--was irrevocably changed by Thomas’s premature death. Many poets cite Thomas’ endorsement of free verse and strong imagery as a significant influence in their work, including Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot. Ironically, Thomas only wrote and published six poems in the course of his life.

 


Post New Comment:
trailpny:
thank-you for this brief beauty.
Posted 12/08/2010 11:05 AM
Buckner14:
AMaz]ing, how he got such sharp images in so few words!
Posted 12/08/2010 08:34 AM
ems:
what a great sample of short, simple, imagistic poetry, free of formalism.
Posted 12/08/2010 08:25 AM


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