Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Another Multi-Blog Poetry Wednesday

Well, I have been busy. Too busy to sit and write poetry or even flip through old journals to find one for this Wednesday. So I thought I would relay on the Poem Hunter again. This one is rather dark so I thought I would post a pretty picture first.

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-descernèd 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. Then chuckled he.

Thomas Hardy

More poems from Thomas Hardy

Dangerous Meredith has her poem up already.

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1 comment:

  1. Thomas Hardy is the sort of person who should not eat cheese before he goes to bed but I approve of his philosophy.


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