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Reflections of a working writer and reader





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.

TE Hulme (1912)

3 Responses to “Autumn”

  1. Pearl says:

    rather nice, that. a poem almost a century ago yet it could have been said by my dad.

    jb says: I just liked the similes. So strong.

  2. Rendy says:

    that poems remind me of my mother
    Do You know Why?

  3. photoshop says:

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