Hardy (1840-1928) , Say You, Why Did You Marry Again A Younger Girl? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Hardy, say you,
Why did you marry a young girl
At the fag end of your career,
A teenaged girl as or your age
Less than half the age of yours,
The secretary and admirer of yours
In the old age of yours?

Is this your interpretation of
Your The Mayor of Casterbridge
And that wife-seller is none,
But you, Hardy,
You yourself that Mayor of Casterbridge,
I understand, understand it now,
How you made her sacrifice her life?

An architect, you went making,
Renovating the church,
Renovating and rstoring
To flal in love with Emma Lavinia Gifford
With whom struggled you
To come to terms,
Estranged and met again.

Again after her death in 1912,
Married you Florence Dugdale (1879-1937) in 1914,
A girl forty years junior to you
And that too at the age of seventy plus,
How can it be, Hardy,
Is the girl a doll
Into the hands of the males
Or the destiny’s poor children,
Snatch it not her happiness
By calling happiness a bubble
In man’s life,
Hardy, after espousing her,
Denied yu love to her?

Hardy, you too were of the same tribe of man,
A mason’s son you were like
D.H.Lawrence,
The minor’s son,
Talking about love, sex, romance, drink, affair
And divorce,
Try you sometimes to keep up the ties,
Break it not always,
And een if beak you too the relationship,
But sell you not her in your drunkenness.