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"Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie."
Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917), British critic, poet, philosopher. The Embankment (l. 5-7). . .
Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press. |
"Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,"
Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917), British critic, poet, philosopher. The Embankment (l. 1). . .
Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press. |
"Put shortly, these are the two views, then. One, that man is intrinsically good, spoilt by circumstance; and the other that he is intrinsically limited, but disciplined by order and tradition to something fairly decent. To the one party man's nature is like a well, to the other like a bucket. The view which regards him like a well, a reservoir full of possibilities, I call the romantic; the one which regards him as a very finite and fixed creature, I call the classical."
Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917), British critic, philosopher. "Romanticism and Classicism," Speculations: Essays on Humanism and the Philosophy of Art, Harcourt Brace (1924). |
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