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ABOVE the quiet dock in mid night,
Tangled in the mast's corded
height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far
away
Is but a child's balloon, forgotten after
play.
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If you're looking for analysis of this and/or the others of Hulme's poetry collected by Ezra Pound in Ripostes, I assembled my thoughts here. If they're helpful, or if you've got questions, please leave a comment.
ABOVE the quiet dock in mid night,
Tangled in the mast's corded
height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far
away
Is but a child's balloon, forgotten after
play.
*
If you're looking for analysis of this and/or the others of Hulme's poetry collected by Ezra Pound in Ripostes, I assembled my thoughts here. If they're helpful, or if you've got questions, please leave a comment.
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