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.
by T. E. Hulme (1883–1917)
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
How beautifully descriptive. Wonderful imagery in your poem!
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Great poem. Imagist. One of my favorites.
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Further Down The Road
Further down the road
is a farm where he grew up
where sheep grazed softly
in a large field
horses roamed the meadow
cows lay on the hillside after
a morning milking
the dog barked at anything
that moved
chickens clucked defiance
at those who would steal eggs
goats bumped heads
the sweet smell of drying hay
came in with the morning breeze
day meant work
night meant sleep
the barn was the office
how much easier it all was then
by Zvi A. Sesling
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Reblogged this on English Lit Geek and commented:
More great Autumn poems here!
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