tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.comments2023-08-13T16:15:32.649+01:00Thomas HardyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-34236525812824324402021-01-21T13:39:15.869+00:002021-01-21T13:39:15.869+00:00Sweet sound of a tiny life, ready to live yet anot...Sweet sound of a tiny life, ready to live yet another day...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00963671295577337696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-40017402270734680662019-01-20T19:59:02.585+00:002019-01-20T19:59:02.585+00:00Fasten those sandals! Your buckles!
they`re jingli...Fasten those sandals! Your buckles!<br />they`re jingling loose! she calls, Come on!<br /><br />And jingling still, down we jump the high front steps, <br />with canvas bags and apples, sandwiches, eggs and cheese,<br />on our day-out...<br /><br />seventy years almost, not yet, and tides<br />and passing moons have flooded and sank in wide, wide seas.<br /><br />All these now gone but me, <br />lingering with shadows, <br />no flesh nor form, yet still can drench my soul.<br /><br />And there, down the ridge, down still we troop the streets<br />where fields no longer<br />drink the dews to pour their streams.<br /><br />And tides of traffic flow our bus to us, <br />ride up, dip down to trickling waters, and up to fields,<br />to massive walls and park, through arrow-laden,<br />cast-iron gates, by stone-built antique cottage<br />lodge and long tree-tunnel of cawing rooks.<br /><br />And out we burst to sunlight<br />to that widening space of slides and swings,<br />of joyful shrieks and childish glee,<br />and up our spirits soar, to climb and race, <br />in madcap chase, of boys and girls, while mums and aunties stretch to rest,<br />to chat, to point and laugh with cups of cabin tea,<br />to linger on these moments happily. <br /><br />And now I linger, wonder where they`re gone,<br />what echoes sound the hearts of their desires?<br />where are those sturdy limbs, those babbling voices?<br />And that midsummer`s day so warm and bright?<br />Yes, that lingered too and with me here forever stays, <br />that there we stayed<br />with all that frolicking, unknown, happy crowd<br />that one by one slipped far away.<br /><br />And blue skies dimmed to red and gold,<br />to dusk for tired little ones,<br />tired big ones too, to sink to rest.<br /><br />Pull closed the curtains,<br />let darkness fall: for all have gone.<br />Time, Time alone, rules this midnight,<br />star-bright, timeless realm, but waits on me to dim the light...<br /><br />I SUPPOSE YOU COULD SAY THIS WAS PROMPTED BY READING HARDY'S POEM...THOUGH I ADMIRE "THE DARKLING THRUSH" MUCH MORE<br /><br />WALLACE HARRISONnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-61577960745749521372016-10-15T10:05:51.827+01:002016-10-15T10:05:51.827+01:00Hi, would it be possible to subscribe to your blog...Hi, would it be possible to subscribe to your blog by email? My email ismelpekarek@sbcglobal.net and my name is Melody Ambler. I love your blog and would like to receive it regularly. Thank you. MelodyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03662951011629657918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-76665315259644664162014-10-18T14:02:02.595+01:002014-10-18T14:02:02.595+01:00Love this poem- humans do not respect other living...Love this poem- humans do not respect other living creatures enough sometimes. Reminds me of the deer I see creeping up to our house in the Ashdown forest.Susanhttp://www.omraam.words-of-light.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-53657776807359826062014-10-18T14:00:28.574+01:002014-10-18T14:00:28.574+01:00This is one of my favorite poems- it is so evocati...This is one of my favorite poems- it is so evocative. We sometimes get deer creeping into our garden in the Ashdown Forest and it is always such a thrill to see them. Sometimes humans do not respect other living creatures enough.Susanhttp://www.omraam.words-of-light.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-66705589405540031952014-10-18T13:57:08.549+01:002014-10-18T13:57:08.549+01:00One of my all time favorite poems as it reminds me...One of my all time favorite poems as it reminds me of the deer that shyly approach our garden in the Ashdown Forest. Very evocative.Susanhttp://www.omraam.words-of-light.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-48219722647990130812014-09-11T16:03:41.224+01:002014-09-11T16:03:41.224+01:00You're right. As a teacher I used to play the ...You're right. As a teacher I used to play the Pears'/Britten recording to the kids (8 years old) and after two or three hearings they loved it. Wonderful poetry, wonderful music.assessorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10567857998061335321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-37130415666380356192013-10-06T13:50:09.959+01:002013-10-06T13:50:09.959+01:00Listen to Benjamin Britten's perfect setting i...Listen to Benjamin Britten's perfect setting in this year of his centenary. And then listen to the whole cycle of Winter Words WITH THE TEXTS. And then listen again and again. THEN go on to the Serenade, Nocturne, War Requiem, Holy Sonnets, Proverbs and Songs of Blake etc etc to see what a great composer can do with great poetry. Peter Pears also shows what a great singer can do, but he is an acquired taste. Melvynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04036179633297627125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-33244716114953341202013-09-04T03:55:20.215+01:002013-09-04T03:55:20.215+01:00This is gorgeous!This is gorgeous!Hildegardhttp://thesteammop.info/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-59028123455071048762013-06-12T09:52:02.219+01:002013-06-12T09:52:02.219+01:00Wonderful image by Anne Lee.Wonderful image by Anne Lee.Arborfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378273311339123481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-89080261490870594912012-10-04T12:03:42.115+01:002012-10-04T12:03:42.115+01:00chilling.chilling.god-free moralshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16607043107377719807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-76335690583366244242012-09-01T12:25:12.333+01:002012-09-01T12:25:12.333+01:00Under the New Poor Law of 1834, elderly men and wo...Under the New Poor Law of 1834, elderly men and women had been separated when they entered the workhouse.<br /><br />Around the turn of the century, this regulation was relaxed so that there would now be a married wing in workhouses, allowing married couples to remain together.<br /><br />The poem is a brutally funny comment on this change, with an old man, looking forward to getting some peace and quiet away from his wife. Until he finds out that the rules had changed, they'd remain together until the end, and he simply couldn't get rid of her. Hence his wish that he could go off and drown himself in the river.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-9479962309464153682012-06-13T02:10:54.419+01:002012-06-13T02:10:54.419+01:00Just want to let you know how much I appreciate th...Just want to let you know how much I appreciate the poems. I've been a devotee of Hardy for years but only recently found this blog. Keep them coming!Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04268803763137699020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-86292044489532109702011-10-01T16:55:57.052+01:002011-10-01T16:55:57.052+01:00Hardy crosses all walks of life (and death) here; ...Hardy crosses all walks of life (and death) here; happy, vigorous, sick, rich, poor, sad, and dead. Through it all, the rain. Great poem! Cheers! ChrisChristopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00428150254760548485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-86729621361355160242011-09-24T15:50:38.999+01:002011-09-24T15:50:38.999+01:00I really love this poem. I was wondering what you ...I really love this poem. I was wondering what you thought of various lines. I have my theories but would love to hear another's perspective(base-make sure I'm not completely off base).<br /><br />'To the other's name<br />As hers were the claim;'<br /><br />And as well<br />'She stayed, as though, were she slain by the smart,<br />She would bear love's burn for a newer heart.'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-49880795890284188912011-06-21T20:53:35.755+01:002011-06-21T20:53:35.755+01:00how's the woodlander?
didn't find the book...how's the woodlander?<br />didn't find the bookKhaoshai Longoulamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17684346815271523679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-2390290949746711422011-02-22T13:50:30.855+00:002011-02-22T13:50:30.855+00:00im studying too, its my halfterm homework to read ...im studying too, its my halfterm homework to read this (and other) hardy poems and make notes. but this one is really quite confusing! any help would be greatly recivered :) xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-44173122991647497352011-02-19T17:31:42.349+00:002011-02-19T17:31:42.349+00:00Many thanks for the beauty you provide by posting ...Many thanks for the beauty you provide by posting Hardy's poetry with lovely and interesting images.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14249378397293685031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-74833036845061032632011-02-03T11:06:46.286+00:002011-02-03T11:06:46.286+00:00Hi can you tell me who owns the copyright of the p...Hi can you tell me who owns the copyright of the photograph please?Carmel Waldronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07621502797481741040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-55550103368341822692011-01-14T04:22:04.275+00:002011-01-14T04:22:04.275+00:00Awesome poem! Quite thought provoking. Thanks fo...Awesome poem! Quite thought provoking. Thanks for sharing this one. Cheers! ChrisChristopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00428150254760548485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-17396997499695855372010-11-08T16:34:30.854+00:002010-11-08T16:34:30.854+00:00Glad to see you back posting, Roger. This is a gr...Glad to see you back posting, Roger. This is a great poem. It makes you stop and think about our lives, loves and the inexorable impact of the passing time. Thanks for posting! Cheers! ChrisChristopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00428150254760548485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-21349540207678090292010-10-29T12:52:05.101+01:002010-10-29T12:52:05.101+01:00What exactly does this poem mean? I struggle to pu...What exactly does this poem mean? I struggle to puzzle out its theme/meanings.Bellanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-67578521154816852992010-08-06T04:51:11.258+01:002010-08-06T04:51:11.258+01:00I love this blog! I truly have enjoyed browsing a...I love this blog! I truly have enjoyed browsing around and reading all of the poems that you've posted. I am a confirmed Hardyphile, and truly appreciate the labor of love that you've put into this site. Thank you!<br /><br />I have even included a link to it on my blog. Keep up the good work! Cheers! ChrisChristopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00428150254760548485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-34147932102848755202010-03-19T22:16:12.201+00:002010-03-19T22:16:12.201+00:00A great favourite of mine. Hardy is my 2nd favouri...A great favourite of mine. Hardy is my 2nd favourite writer, after Shakespeare. The poem is full of haunting sounds and makes great use of Hardy's love of linking West Country places with their past.Melvynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05451273789357011304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11714788.post-59701356582273037482010-02-03T20:01:56.298+00:002010-02-03T20:01:56.298+00:00Hi there... my daughter is doing a piece of work a...Hi there... my daughter is doing a piece of work at school about this poem, and we looked on the internet for some 'inspiration'... found your blog! also found a picture of mine used to illustrate it... if you use images culled from books/magazines/blogs etc, it is usually good manners to credit the photographer... some photographers would actually chase users up for payment. There is a copyright on all my work! anyway, out of interest where was this image used (originally)? Markmark boltonnoreply@blogger.com