I wrote this poem
because I want you
to think of Hulme
Graassy, and I am glad you did. Took a bit of doing but this I found:
Essayist, translator of Henri Bergson, aesthetic philosopher, lecturer, and
imagist poet whose entire published output was six poems at the time of his
death, and whose essays were edited by Sir Herbert Edward Read posthumously
in Speculations (1924) and Notes on Language and Style (1929). In 1906-07 he
travelled in Canada and was deeply affected by the vastness of its prairies.
He enlisted in the British army in the fall of 1914 and was killed in battle
while serving in the Royal Marines Artillery. Alun R. Jones has done his
biography in The Life and Opinions of T. E. Hulme (London: Gollancz, 1960; B
1646 H84J6 1960A Robarts Library). The best edition is The Collected
Writings of T. E. Hulme, edited by Karen Csengeri (Oxford: Clarendon Press,
1994; B 1646 H82 Robarts Library).
and the poem
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.
and the web site: http://www.fluxeuropa.com/hulme.htm
More famous dead than alive? And there there is much to think about.
Thanks.
Gary
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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