N. sent me a photo of Ezra Pound by Richard Avedon. It was exquisite. The poet and the photographer, both. Was looking for more photos of Pound (he’s quite a handsome fellow, no?) when I chanced upon an old article about the Imagists. I haven’t read anything from them in awhile (try years!), so here’s a little something for today, and maybe more tomorrow.

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.


Can’t sleep.

Above the Dock
T.E. Hulme

Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.