Since we saw the ruddy old farmer
Bending over fence and with stars
Gawking as curious town children,
We heard images striking the arch
In deep dark sky, stark and pretty.
The farmer was a ruddy old moon
Discussing weather and the crops
With his arms slung over a fence.
The stars were little town children
Curious about funny old poet man
Entering town asking for address.
A fallen man is looking for a blanket
In homeless sleeping embankment
With river passing by unconcerned.
If only he could use a midnight sky
Star eaten , with its tiny light holes!
(T.E.Hulme re-invented the use of imagery to describe ordinary events of life and paved the way for modernism in English poetry in early twentieth century)