Autumn
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.
TE Hulme (1912)
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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.
that poems remind me of my mother
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