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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 wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
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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.
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 wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
*
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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