A BRUISER OF GOLDEN WORDS

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The Old Marlovian

 

220px-Hulme_1The Embankment

(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night )

Once, in finesse of fiddles I found ecstasy,

In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.

Now see I

That warmth`s the very stuff of poesy.

Oh, God, make small

The old star – eaten blanket of the sky,

That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.

~~ T.E. Hulme ~~tehulme

 

T.E. Hulme was born in 1883, and was one of those edgy bohemian types, along with, Ezra Pound, F.S. Flint and Edward Storer who changed the face of poetry for good. They were fledgling imagists who rebelled against set metres and rhyme, which had been established in English poetry since the 16th century; for them, Romanticism was sliding down the greasy pole of yesterday`s news, and they wanted something new, fresh and invigorating. And so “The School…

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