- “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.”.
Autumn by T.E. Hulme
from Man in the Poetic Mode p. 100, McDougal, Littell, Evanston Illinois, 1971, publishers, Joy Zweigler, editor
T.E. Hulme was one of England’s Great War poets. He died in 1917 when struck by a shell while deep in thought.
Hulme captures the melancholy cool of Autumn with perfect reflection.
He brings us along on the lonely country walk with him.
Autumn is a feeling. It doesn’t have to represent death, but it can represent harvest and a necessary stage of ending when the crops fall into humus as we also must, before there can be a new beginning.
Autumn is cool, Autumn is a time for reflection. It is my favorite time.
Peace be the Botendaddy
P.S. If you fancy yourself a writer, get offline, get off the electronic reader, go to a real library or bookstore and read something you haven’t read before.