Life poems

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The Year's Awakening

© Thomas Hardy

How do you know that the pilgrim track
Along the belting zodiac
Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds
Is traced by now to the Fishes' bounds

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Her Dilemma

© Thomas Hardy

THE two were silent in a sunless church,
Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones,
And wasted carvings passed antique research;
And nothing broke the clock's dull monotones.

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Tess's Lament

© Thomas Hardy

I I would that folk forgot me quite,
Forgot me quite!
I would that I could shrink from sight,
And no more see the sun.

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Fragment

© Thomas Hardy

At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were the bodies of men from far and wide
Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.

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My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound

© Thomas Hardy

My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
Life largest, best.

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My Cicely

© Thomas Hardy

"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder,
Was faint of my joyance,
And grasses and grove shone in garments
Of glory to me.

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God-Forgotten

© Thomas Hardy

I towered far, and lo! I stood within
The presence of the Lord Most High,
Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win
Some answer to their cry.

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Between Us Now

© Thomas Hardy

Between us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather--

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Her Death And After

© Thomas Hardy

'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went
By the way of the Western Wall, so drear
On that winter night, and sought a gate--
The home, by Fate,
Of one I had long held dear.

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The Dance At The Phoenix

© Thomas Hardy

To Jenny came a gentle youth
From inland leazes lone;
His love was fresh as apple-blooth
By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone.

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In The Moonlight

© Thomas Hardy

"O lonely workman, standing there
In a dream, why do you stare and stare
At her grave, as no other grave where there?"

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Transformations

© Thomas Hardy

Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
Bosomed here at its foot:
This branch may be his wife,
A ruddy human life
Now turned to a green shoot.

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The Masked Face

© Thomas Hardy

I found me in a great surging space,
At either end a door,
And I said: "What is this giddying place,
With no firm-fixéd floor,
That I knew not of before?"
"It is Life," said a mask-clad face.

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Ditty

© Thomas Hardy

(E. L. G.)BENEATH a knap where flown
Nestlings play,
Within walls of weathered stone,
Far away

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Thoughts Of Phena

© Thomas Hardy

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;

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Shelley's Skylark (The neighbourhood of Leghorn: March)

© Thomas Hardy

Somewhere afield here something lies
In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies -
A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust

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The Milkmaid

© Thomas Hardy

Under a daisied bank
There stands a rich red ruminating cow,
And hard against her flank
A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her brow.

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Epitaph On A Pessimist

© Thomas Hardy

I'm Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd
I've lived without a dame all my life
And wish to God
My dad had done the same.

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She, To Him IV

© Thomas Hardy

THIS love puts all humanity from me;
I can but maledict her, pray her dead,
For giving love and getting love of thee--
Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed!

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Nature's Questioning

© Thomas Hardy

WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool,
Field, flock, and lonely tree,
All seem to look at me
Like chastened children sitting silent in a school;