Selected Poems
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Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy was born in 1840 in Dorchester, Dorset. He enrolled as a student in King’s College, London, but never felt at ease there, seeing himself as socially inferior. This preoccupation with society, particularly the declining rural society, featured heavily in Hardy’s novels, with many of his stories set in the fictional county of Wessex. Since his death in 1928, Hardy has been recognised as a significant poet, influencing The Movement poets in the 1950s and 1960s.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The novel reflects common Hardy themes: a rustic, evocative setting, poorly chosen marriage partners, unrequited love, social class mobility, and an unhappy, or at best equivocal, ending. As with most his other works, opportunities for fulfillment and happiness are forsaken or delayed. The plot was very credible and the characters were well developed. It had a very sad ending but very fitting for the circumstances. I would recommend this book if you have enjoyed some of this other writings.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This slim volume contains 70 of Thomas Hardy's poems dating from 1898-1917, which turned out to be a sufficient amount of his poetry for me. Back when I was in college, I read Hardy's novel Tess of the D'Urbervilles and liked it enough to want to read more of his work. I picked up this book at one point because it was ridiculously cheap, so why not? Turns out I liked Hardy more as a novelist than a poet. Of the poems featured here, there were less than a dozen that I found notable:1) "The Ruined Maid" is a tongue-in-cheek, amusing look at a kept woman who simultaneously laments her spoiled reputation while showing off the riches she's gained in the process. 2) "Tess's Lament" seems to be a continuation of themes/events from Hardy's novel and thus is interesting to readers of that work.3) "The Man He Killed" is a brief meditation on the insanity of war ("Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down/You'd treat if met where any bar is, Or help to half-a-crown.")4) "Channel Firing" is a darker look at WWI ("All nations striving strong to make Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters They do no more for Christes sake Than you who are helpless in such matters. That this is not the judgment-hour For some of them's a blessed thing, For if it were they'd have to scour Hell's floor for so much threatening ... ")5) "The Convergence of the Twain" remarks on the sinking of the Titanic, presumably when this was still a relatively recent event. ("Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls - grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.")6) "Beyond the Last Lamp" talks about one of those moments we've all had - where a strange scene (in this case, a downcast looking pair of passersby) plagues us with wonder regarding what on earth was going on.7) "Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?" was a darkly humorous piece that lightened all the other depressing poems contemplating death. (Spoiler: it ends with the ghostly narrator finding that it is not her lover nor her family that digs on her grave to plant flowers, but her dog burying a bone because he/she "quite forgot It was your resting-place.")8) "The Haunter" is a touching poem that reminds us to express ourselves fully in relationships while we still have them ("I hover and hover a few feet from him Just as I used to do, But cannot answer the words he lifts me - Only listen thereto! When I could answer he did not say them")9) "An Upbraiding" muses on a similar theme as the above but with a more harsh apparition as narrator.10) "Afterwards" contemplates on what will be remembered of the narrator's life and personality after his death.The other poems included were fine but nothing worth writing home about in my book. They were largely trite and unremarkable, but it was not necessarily an unpleasant experience to sit down and read them, especially given that this was such a short collection. If you really, really enjoy Hardy's writing or care for so-so poems about predictable themes such as love, nature, and death, then this might be the book for you (or perhaps you'd go for the larger collections of Hardy's some 900 poems). Otherwise, you might want to pass on this particular book.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wonderful. Hardy considered himself a poet before a novelist, which I found hard to believe considering I'm a big proponent of his novels. Never-the-less, his poetry shows the depth of character that created so much great literature.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One of my top dozen pre-WWII poets in the English language, alongside Shakespeare, Dryden, Wordsworth, Keats, Emerson, Whitman, Dickinson, Tennyson, Christina Rossetti, Yeats, and Wallace Stevens. (Although perhaps, admittedly, clocking in at a distant #12.)
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Selected Poems - Thomas Hardy
SELECTED POEMS
BY THOMAS HARDY
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CONTENTS
from WESSEX POEMS
Hap
Neutral Tones
The Ivy-Wife
A Meeting with Despair
Friends Beyond
Thoughts of Phena
Nature's Questioning
The Impercipient
In a Eweleaze near Weatherbury
The Bride-Night Fire
I look into my glass
She, to Him—II
from POEMS OF THE PAST AND THE PRESENT
WAR POEMS
A Christmas Ghost-Story
Drummer Hodge
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE
Shelley's Skylark
Lausanne
The Mother Mourns
A Commonplace Day
Doom and She
The Subalterns
The Sleep-Worker
God-Forgotten
To an Unborn Pauper Child
To Lizbie Browne
A Broken Appointment
Between us now
A Spot
An August Midnight
Birds at Winter Nightfall
The Puzzled Game-Birds
Winter in Durnover Field
The Darkling Thrush
The Levelled Churchyard
The Ruined Maid
The Self-Unseeing
In Tenebris
In Tenebris
In Tenebris
Tess's Lament
Άγνώστω Θεω
Embarcation
The Souls of the Slain
Rome: At the Pyramid of Cestius Near the Graves of Shelley and Keats (1887)
Zermatt: To the Matterhorn
I Need Not Go
At a Hasty Wedding
His Immortality
Wives in the Sere
The Last Chrysanthemum
Mad Judy
The Respectable Burgher on the Higher Criticism
From TIME'S LAUGHINGSTOCKS
A Trampwoman's Tragedy
A Sunday Morning Tragedy
The Curate's Kindness
The Farm-Woman's Winter
Bereft
She Hears the Storm
Autumn in King's Hintock Park
Reminiscences of a Dancing Man
The Dead Man Walking
The Division
The End of the Episode
The Night of the Dance
At Casterbridge Fair
The Fiddler
A Church Romance
The Roman Road
The Reminder
Night in the Old Home
The Pine Planters
One We Knew
A Wet Night
New Year's Eve
God's Education
The Man He Killed
Yell'ham-Wood's Story
The House of Hospitalities
The Rejected Member's Wife
Shut Out That Moon
I Say I'll Seek Her
In The Night She Came
To Carrey Clavel
The Orphaned Old Maid
Rose-Ann
The Homecoming
After The Last Breath
One Ralph Blossom Soliloquizes
from SATIRE OF CIRCUMSTANCE
Channel Firing
The Convergence of the Twain
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A Thunderstorm In Town
Wessex Heights
Ah, are you digging on my grave?
Before and After Summer
At Day-Close in November
The Year's Awakening
POEMS OF 1912–13
The Going
Your Last Drive
The Walk
Rain on a Grave
I found her out there
Without Ceremony
Lament
The Haunter
The Voice
His Visitor
A Circular
A Dream or No
After a Journey
A Death-Day Recalled
Beeny Cliff
At Castle Boterel
Places
The Phantom Horsewoman
The Spell of the Rose
St. Launce's Revisited
Where the Picnic Was
Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams
In The Servants' Quarters
The Moth-Signal
Exeunt Omnes
SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCES
At Tea
In Church
By Her Aunt's Grave
In The Room of the Bride-Elect
At a Watering-Place
In the Cemetery
Outside the Window
In the Study
At the Altar-Rail
In the Nuptial Chamber
In the Restaurant
At the Draper's
On the Death-Bed
Over the Coffin
In the Moonlight
My Spirit Will Not Haunt the Mound
The Schreckhorn
She Charged Me
The Moon Looks In
In the Days of Crinoline
The Workbox
from MOMENTS OF VISION
At the Word Farewell
First Sight of Her and After
Near Lanivet, 1872
Quid Hic Agis?
I travel as a phantom now
A Merrymaking in Question
A January Night
The Oxen
Transformations
Great Things
At Middle-Field Gate in February
The Last Performance
The Interloper
Logs on the Hearth
The Five Students
During Wind and Rain
A Backward Spring
He Fears His Good Fortune
He Revisits His First School
Midnight on the Great Western
Signs and Tokens
The Shadow on the Stone
An Upbraiding
While Drawing in a Church-Yard
For Life I had never cared greatly
POEMS OF WAR AND PATRIOTISM
Men who march away
The Pity of it
In Time of the Breaking of Nations
Before Marching and After
A New Year's Eve in War Time
Afterwards
more from MOMENTS OF VISION
We Sat at the Window
Afternoon Service at Mellstock
Heredity
To the Moon
Timing Her
The Blinded Bird
The Wind Blew Words
To My Father's Violin
The Pedigree
Where They Lived
Something Tapped
The Photograph
An Anniversary
The Last Signal
On Sturminster Foot-Bridge
Old Furniture
A Thought in Two Moods
The Caged Goldfinch
The Ballet
He Prefers Her Earthly
Who's in the Next Room?
At a Country Fair
Jubilate
In the Garden
The Choirmaster's Burial
From LATE LYRICS AND EARLIER
Weathers
Summer Schemes
Faintheart in a Railway Train
The Garden Seat
The curtains now are drawn
According to the Mighty Working
Going and Staying
At a House in Hampstead
A Wet August
A Night in November
And there was a Great Calm
Haunting Fingers
If it's ever spring again
The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House
The Selfsame Song
The Wedding Morning
At the Railway Station, Upway
An Autumn Rain-Scene
An Experience
Voices from Things Growing in a Churchyard
On the Way
Growth in May
By Henstridge Cross at the Year's End
Penance
I look in her face
At the Entering of the New Year
After a Romantic Day
A Procession of Dead Days
O I won't lead a homely life
In the Small Hours
The Little Old Table
Vagg Hollow
The Country Wedding
Last Words to a Dumb Friend
A Drizzling Easter Morning
On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
Best Times
Just the Same
The Last Time
The Sun's Last Look on the Country Girl
Drawing Details in an Old Church
Epitaph
An Ancient to Ancients
Surview
The Contretemps
On the Tune Called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth
A Two-Years' Idyll
Fetching Her
The Dream Is—Which?
Lonely Days
The Marble Tablet
The Master and the Leaves
UNCOLLECTED POEMS
Domicilium
from THE DYNASTS
The Night Of Trafalgar
Albuera
Hussar's Song
'My Love's gone a-fighting'
The Eve of Waterloo
Chorus of the Pities
Last Chorus
from WESSEX POEMS
Hap
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
—Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan...
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
1866.
Neutral Tones
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
—They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro—
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing...
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
1867.
The Ivy-Wife
I longed to love a full-boughed beech
And be as high as he:
I stretched an arm within his reach,
And signaled unity.
But with his drip he forced a breach,
And tried to poison me.
I gave the grasp of partnership
To one of other race—
A plane: he barked him strip by strip
From upper bough to base;
And me therewith; for gone my grip,
My arms could not enlace.
In new affection next I strove
To coll an ash I saw,
And he in trust received my love;
Till with my soft green claw
I cramped and bound him as I wove...
Such was my love: ha-ha!
By this I gained his strength and height
Without his rivalry.
But in my triumph I lost sight
Of afterhaps. Soon he,
Being bark-bound, flagged, snapped, fell outright,
And in his fall felled me!
A Meeting with Despair
As evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
This scene, like my own life,
I said, "is one
Where many glooms abide;
Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun—
Lightless on every side.
I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught
To see the contrast there:
The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought,
There's solace everywhere!
Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood
I dealt me silently
As one perverse—misrepresenting Good
In graceless mutiny.
Against the horizon's dim-discerned wheel
A form rose, strange of mould:
That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel
Rather than could behold.
"'Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent
To darkness!" croaked the Thing.
Not if you look aloft!
said I, intent
On my new reasoning.
Yea—but await awhile!
he cried. "Ho-ho!—
Look now aloft and see!"
I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven's radiant show
Had gone that heartened me.
Friends Beyond
William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,
Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,
And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now!
Gone,
I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and heads;
Yet at mothy curfew-tide,
And at midnight when the noon-heat breathes it back from walls and leads,
They've a way of whispering to me—fellow-wight who yet abide—
In the muted, measured note
Of a ripple under archways, or a lone cave's stillicide:
"We have triumphed: this achievement turns the bane to antidote,
Unsuccesses to success,
—Many thought-worn eves and morrows to a morrow free of thought.
"No more need we corn and clothing, feel of old terrestrial stress;
Chill detraction stirs no sigh;
Fear of death has even bygone us: death gave all that we possess."
W. D.—Ye mid burn the old bass-viol that I set such value by.
Squire.—"You may hold the manse in fee,
You may wed my spouse, my children's memory of me may decry."
Lady.—"You may have my rich brocades, my laces; take each household key;
Ransack coffer, desk, bureau;
Quiz the few poor treasures hid there, con the letters kept by me."
Far.—"Ye mid zell my favourite heifer, ye mid let the charlock grow,
Foul the grinterns, give up thrift."
Far. Wife.—If ye break my best blue china, children, I shan't care or ho.
All.—"We've no wish to hear the tidings, how the people's fortunes shift;
What your daily doings are;
Who are wedded, born, divided; if your lives beat slow or swift.
"Curious not the least are we if our intents you make or mar,
If you quire to our old tune,
If the City stage still passes, if the weirs still roar afar."
—Thus, with very gods' composure, freed those crosses late and soon
Which, in life, the Trine allow
(Why, none witteth), and ignoring all that haps beneath the moon,
William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,
Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,
And the Squire, and Lady Susan, murmur mildly to me now.
Thoughts of Phena
At News of Her Death
Not a line of her writing have I,
Not a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
I may picture her there;
And in vain do I urge my unsight
To conceive my lost prize
At her close, whom I knew when her dreams were
upbrimming with light,
and with laughter her eyes.
What scenes spread around her last days,
Sad, shining, or dim?
Did her gifts and compassions enray and enarch her sweet ways
With an aureate nimb?
Or did life-light decline from her years,
And mischances control
Her full day-star; unease, or regret, or forebodings, or fears
Disennoble her soul?
Thus I do but the phantom retain
Of the maiden of yore
As my relic; yet haply the best of her—fined in my brain
It maybe the more
That no line of her writing have I,
Nor a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
I may picture her there.
March 1890.
Nature's Questioning
When I look forth at dawning, pool,
Field, flock, and lonely tree,
All seem to gaze at me
Like chastened children sitting silent in a school;
Their faces dulled, constrained, and worn,
As though the master's ways
Through the long teaching days
Their first terrestrial zest had chilled and overborne.
And on them stirs, in lippings mere
(As if once clear in call,
But now scarce breathed at all)—
"We wonder, ever wonder, why we find us here!
"Has some Vast Imbecility,
Mighty to build and blend,
But impotent to tend,
Framed us in jest, and left us now to hazardry?
"Or come we of an Automaton
Unconscious of our pains?...
Or are we live remains
Of Godhead dying downwards, brain and eye now gone?
"Or is it that some high Plan betides,
As yet not understood,
Of Evil stormed by