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Poet: Thomas Hardy
Poem: Hap
Comment 3 of 3, added on November 21st, 2009 at 6:56 AM.
Hap, byThomas Hardy
I was to analyze this poem (without the author given) in my first exam at Göttingen University, and ever since I have tried to find out by whom it was. Just from working on it for, say 1 hour, I know it by heart, and it has become one of my favourites (apart from some Shakespearean sonnets, that is).
To my imagination it is a lament over the loss of a child, though I cannot prove it from Hardy's biography.
Peter-M. Köhler from Germany
Comment 2 of 3, added on September 19th, 2005 at 8:16 PM.
I like this poem and it was a nice rhyme pattern to it.
Jordan from United States
Comment 1 of 3, added on June 4th, 2005 at 4:47 PM.
oh great fun TALLIE HooThomas Hardy - Hap
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
that thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
tallie hoo from United Kingdom
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I was to analyze this poem (without the author given) in my first exam at Göttingen University, and ever since I have tried to find out by whom it was. Just from working on it for, say 1 hour, I know it by heart, and it has become one of my favourites (apart from some Shakespearean sonnets, that is).
To my imagination it is a lament over the loss of a child, though I cannot prove it from Hardy's biography.
Peter-M. Köhler from Germany