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Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

A Thunderstorm in Town


She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
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  • Andrew Hoellering (1/8/2010 6:05:00 AM)

    With Hardy, as later with Auden and Frost, simplicity is the keynote of the best poems.
    The cessation of rain causes rejoicing with the girl but not the poet, and it is this simple contrast that makes the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Impressive Buddy (4/22/2009 10:39:00 AM)

    Hardy as a poet, has his own place in the history of English Literature. Pessimsm has been the hallmark of his poetry and this poem is also no exception.He deals with the grim and harsh realities of life with great realism and less sentimentality, that's why he doesn't romanticize human life.
    This poem is burdened with insatiable thirst of love and unfulfilled emotions of the poet and Hardy has expressed them with great dextirity. (Report) Reply

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