Sunday, June 29, 2008

Thomas Hardy



I borrowed Selected Poems of Thomas Hardy from the British Library last night.

Nothing like elegant poetry to put you in the mood.

I Look Into My Glass

I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"

For then I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless rest
With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide.




2 comments:

Anonymous said...

that is a beautiful piece! :)

Bobby Chase said...

Thannks great post