Poem of the day

A City Sunset
by T.E. Hulme (1883-1917)

Alluring, Earth seducing, with high conceits
is the sunset that reigns
at the end of westward streets. . . .
A sudden flaring sky
troubling strangely the passer by
with visions, alien to long streets, of Cytherea
or the smooth flesh of Lady Castlemaine. . . .
A frolic of crimson
is the spreading glory of the sky,
heaven’s jocund maid
flaunting a trailed red robe
along the fretted city roofs
about the time of homeward going crowds
— a vain maid, lingering, loth to go. . . .

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