Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a 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.
Categories: Poems
Poem of the Week: Another Night in the Ruins by Galway Kinnell 
Poem of the Week: A Dream for Winter by Arthur Rimbaud 
Poem of the Week: Dream Song 384 by John Berryman 
Fantastic to see you sharing this fine Hulme poem. It could be argued it’s the first modern poem in English. I spoke at the T. E. Hulme Colloquium yesterday in Oxford, to mark his 130th birthday, and (if you’ll forgive the plug) I wrote this blog post on Hulme’s poetry: http://interestingliterature.wordpress.com/2013/08/16/t-e-hulme-the-first-modern-poet/
Thank you! Thank you also for sharing your blog post, I love reading interpretations of poetry (always!)