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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

ABOVE THE DOCK, by T.E. Hulme

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ABOVE the quiet dock in mid night,
     Tangled in the mast's corded
          height,
Hangs the moon.   What seemed so far
     away
Is but a child's balloon, forgotten after
     play.

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If you're looking for analysis of this and/or the others of Hulme's poetry collected by Ezra Pound in Ripostes, I assembled my thoughts here.  If they're helpful, or if you've got questions, please leave a comment.

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