The Embankment Poem by Thomas Ernest Hulme
The Embankment
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(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.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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11/18/2024 2:17:21 AM # 1.0.0
Words cannot describe how outstanding this poem is.