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message 1: by Deborah (new)

Deborah (deborahkliegl) | 923 comments Please discuss Hardy's poetry here.


message 2: by Clarissa (new)

Clarissa (clariann) | 526 comments slightly off topic but here is a link to a poem Walter de la Mere wrote about Hardy himself:

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/tho...

‘My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and the thought of his own.’
(Thomas Hardy in The Life of Thomas Hardy)


message 3: by Clarissa (new)

Clarissa (clariann) | 526 comments Hardy apparently wrote poems to express his grief at his wife's passing, of which this is considered one of the most noteworthy:

"Beeny Cliff
March 1870 - March 1913"

I

O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free—
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.

II

The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away
In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,
As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.

III

A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain,
And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,
And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.

IV

—Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky,
And shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh,
And the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?

V

Nay. Though still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore,
The woman now is—elsewhere—whom the ambling pony bore,
And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will see it nevermore.


message 4: by Everyman (new)

Everyman | 2531 comments This time is coming.

"The Oxen"

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.


We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.


So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,

"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.


message 5: by Peter (new)

Peter A favourite of mine, Everyman.


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