"Some people say life is the thing, but I prefer reading"
- Logan Pearsall Smith
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday Poetry - Thomas Hardy
This is a late poem by Hardy, written in 1927. The speaker is looking back to a time when he still had the energy to climb a hill to look at the moon rise. It's melancholy but with a touch of humour at the disadvantages of age.
We used to go to Froom-hill Barrow, To see the round moon rise Into the heath-rimmed skies, Trudging thither by plough and harrow Up the pathway, steep and narrow, Singing a song. Now we do not go there. Why? Zest burns not so high! Latterly we've only conned her With a passing glance From window or door by chance, Hoping to go again, high yonder, As we used, and gaze, and ponder, Singing a song. Thitherward we do not go: Feet once quick are slow!
I'm an avid reader who loves middlebrow fiction, 19th century novels, WWI & WWII literature, Golden Age mysteries & history. Other interests include listening to classical music, drinking tea, baking cakes, planning my rose garden & enjoying the antics of my cats, Lucky & Phoebe. Contact me at lynabby16AThotmailDOTcom
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