Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy by poemelfJanuary 12, 2021April 28, 2021

Charlie, this bird’s for you

After the year we’ve had—and I’m talking about 2021—any poem that offers light in darkness is a welcome guest in my head. But this one is just beyond. So beautiful, so un-treacly, so begging to be read out loud and memorized, so seasonally and emotionally timely.

Thomas Hardy by poemelfJuly 4, 2012July 5, 2012

Ancient floors, dead feet, cold beer

The Self-Unseeing by Thomas Hardy Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair, Smiling into the fire; He who played stood there, Bowing it higher and higher. Childlike, I danced in a dream; […]