The brief September life of T. E. Hulme

Sunday, 21 September, 2014

From The Short Sharp Life of T. E. Hulme by Robert Ferguson: “On 28 September 1917, four days after his thirty-fourth birthday, Hulme suffered a direct hit from a large shell which literally blew him to pieces. Apparently absorbed in some thought of his own he had failed to hear it coming and remained standing while those around threw themselves flat on the ground. What was left of him was buried in the Military Cemetery at Koksijde, West-Vlaanderen, in Belgium where — no doubt for want of space — he is described simply as ‘One of the War poets’.”

The month of September played a determining role in the brief life of T.E. Hulme. He was born on 16 September 1883 and he was killed on 28 September 1917.


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.

T. E. Hulme

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