The quest begins...
My lifelong quest to bring poetry into people's daily lives has to begin somewhere! Here's a poem:
Neutral Tones by Thomas Hardy
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 grey.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of 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 greyish leaves.
Neutral Tones by Thomas Hardy
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 grey.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of 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 greyish leaves.
8 Comments:
That's a fantastically beautiful poem Bridget, thanks for sending it my way. It does a wonderful job giving me a sense of the current season, everything dead and dreary, but you can still remember the warmth of summer. My favorite line is "Alive enough to have strength to die". I find it an interesting thought, needing strength to die, like there is some even more pathetic and lifeless state you can drift into if you cannot escape the wilting and decay.
Thanks again,
- Eric
Thanks, it was a nice read during my commute (and pretty fitting for a gloomy, cold Monday morning.) Hope all is well with you, Bridget.
Peter
Well Chosen, seemed evident that not only was he describing the end of a love story but it was a significant experience that may prevent him from falling in love again.
Thanks Bridget,
annie
So whats up with the "bird a-wing"? It can't be a bird with one wing!
Reading this reminds me of IB English, two hours straight on Friday morning...
In related news, there are multiple definitions of 'a-wing.' If you're in a boring mood, you might go for 'fluttering.' Google, however, suggests the following: http://www.google.com/search?q=define%3A+a-wing&sourceid=mozilla-search&start=0&start=0&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official
Anyway, one up for 'Mending Wall' next ;)
Hmm let's try that link again: here.
Looks like Hardy really knew his Star Wars =OP
Thomas Hardy's novels, like Old Navy commercials, usually put me into a rage, but I like what I've read of his poetry. Go figure.
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