Downunder, autumn has actually progressed to winter now, but while I was writing today, I was thinking about the full moon. A bunch of words popped into my head and I found myself remembering a much loved poem that my recent blogs seemed to echo, so I thought I'd share it with you. It's one of five poems (yes, five only) written by T.E. Hulme and it was first published in 1912.
Autumn
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.
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.
T.E. might have only written five poems, but he sure had a talent for imagery.
1 comment:
That's wonderful! I am picturing the moon in my mind as I'm reading. I am in awe of poets and how they can string words together to make such magic.
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