The Embankment Poem by Thomas Ernest Hulme

The Embankment

Rating: 3.4


(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.)
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,

In the 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.

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Gunners Dream 23 December 2012

Words cannot describe how outstanding this poem is.

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