Thomas Ernest Hulme

(1883 - 1917 / England)

Thomas Ernest Hulme Quotes

    The Embankment

    (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.