Thomas Ernest Hulme Poems

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Thomas Ernest Hulme
Thomas Ernest Hulme (September 16, 1883 28 September 1917) was an English writer, who during his informal tenure from 1909 as critic for The New Age, edited by A. R. Orage, exerted a notable influence on London modernism. He is known also as a poet, but wrote little: The Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme was published in The New Age in 1912, at which point it consisted of five poems. He does have the claim to have been the original Imagist poet; and to have formulated with clarity the manifesto. This had a direct effect on Ezra Pound. He also influenced T. S. Eliot through his critical writings, in which he famously distinguished between Romanticism--a style informed by a belief in the infinite in man and nature, famously characterized by Hulme as "spilt religion"--and Classicism, a mode of art stressing human finitude, formal restraint, concrete imagery, and, in Hulme's words, "dry hardness". Hulme also had a major impact on Wyndham Lewis (quite literally, in terms of their competition for Kate Lechmere). In art he championed Jacob Epstein, and David Bomberg, and was a friend of Gaudier-Brzeska, as well as being in at the birth of Lewis's BLAST and vorticism.

the mouse's tale
 
 
Fury said to a mouse,
That he met in the
house, 'Let us
... [read poem]
you are old, father william
 
 
"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
A... [read poem]
the glove and the lions
 
 
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat l... [read poem]
autumn
 
 
A touch of cold in the Autumn night --
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a... [read poem]
the lobster quadrille
 
 
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.
"There's a porpoise close behind us... [read poem]
how doth the little crocodile
 
 
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nil... [read poem]
beautiful soup
 
 
Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would no... [read poem]
the mad gardener's song
 
 
He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was... [read poem]
a thought of the nile
 
 
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
Like some grave mighty thought threading a... [read poem]
poeta fit, non nascitur
 
 
"How shall I be a poet?
How shall I write in rhyme?
You told me once 'the very wish
P... [read poem]
rondeau
 
 
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who l... [read poem]
the walrus and the carpenter
 
 
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make... [read poem]
jabberwocky
 
 
'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the b... [read poem]
song of fairies robbing an orchard
 
 
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly... [read poem]
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