Autumn by T. E. Hulme

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.
– by T. E. Hulme

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Russian or Welsh poetry uploaded every Sunday. Reviews of literature, films, theatre, food and drink. Rambling accounts or reviews of various topics. Any support or engagement is appreciated.

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