Thursday, 26 April 2007

The Embankment

(The Fantasia of a Fallen Gentleman on a Cold, Bitter Night)

Once in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the 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 (1883-1917)


  1. I really liked reading "The Embankment," and discovery of a new poet.

  2. Hello Princess Haiku, I trust you have more luck in finding more by T.E.Hume than I have. So far, only this:
    Autumn - T. E. Hume
    A touch of cold in the Autumn night
    I walked abroad,
    And saw the ruddy moon lean over the hedge
    Like a red-faced farmer.
    I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
    And round about were the wistful stars
    With white faces like town children.

    Immediately after I posted The Embankment, I posted Yeat's The Second Coming. Minx commented, and in her comment, she included Yeats' "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven", one of my very favourite poems, a small thing of great beauty. (and which, erroneously, I thought I'd previously posted).
    When I read this poem, found in a raggedy book, discarded, unloved, in a charity shop, rescued by me to love and a warm bookshelf (for 25 pence), I saw in that verse;-
    'O God make small
    The old star-eaten blanket of the sky', Yeats' cloths of Heaven echoed. Serendipitous.


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