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The Embankment

(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.)

Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In the 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.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


T. E. Hulme

T. E. Hulme, one of the founders of the imagist movement, was born on September 16, 1883, in Endon, England. He was killed in action during World War I on September 28, 1917.

Date Published: 2017-09-22

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/embankment