Autumn, Craig McPherson
λάδι σε μουσαμά, 1980 .
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.
Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917)
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