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Thomas Ernest Hulme

(1883 - 1917 / England)

Poems of Thomas Ernest Hulme

1. Autumn 1/1/2004
2. The Embankment 1/1/2004

The Embankment

(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.

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