T. E. Hulme, 'The Embankment'

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Cross-post from war_poetry:

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 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.

By T. E. Hulme
(killed in action September 28, 1917)

Comments

[med_cat]

Indeed...