Thomas Hardy Poem

[larainefan]

Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I
Saw morning harden upon the wall
Unmoved, unknowing
That your great going
Had place that moment, and altered all.

Comments

[jwllover]

Beautiful, and oh so sad.

[larainefan]

It reminds me of George; the words just keep circling around in my head.

[jwllover]

It reminds me of John, in that it evokes a sudden death without the opportunity to say goodbye.

[larainefan]

It could work as well for John, and I nearly said so last night, except the poem (to me) is almost too gentle for the way John was violently robbed of his life. It speaks almost of a wasting away, a letting go and a moving on, the morning light doesn't yet know a loss has even occured; it's almost a resignation. So I did not mean to leave John out at all, his poem should be harder, angrier at the unjust tragedy, if that makes sense? But yes, I can see how it could work for John too, the no chance to say good-bye, the absence "altering all".

[jwllover]

Oh no, I didn't mean to imply that you left John out, sorry!

That's the beauty of poetry--everyone can extract meaning from it.

I can see where it's a George poem, too.:)

[larainefan]

:)