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Thomas Hardy

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

I Look Into My Glass


I LOOK into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
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  • Ken Hall (6/27/2009 1:07:00 PM)

    : 'And shakes this fragile frame at eve, '
    With throbbings of noon tide'
    Any explication of this by me is superfluous, especially if you are under the age of fifty! (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Hoellering (6/15/2009 2:02:00 AM)

    A tremendous poem, marked by Hardy’s unflinching realism.
    Looking into his mirror, he objectively notes the destruction wrought by age and wishes that his capacity to feel had diminished alongside his features.
    The second verse tells us that what hurts most is the falling off of affection towards him; the felt loss of love from those who mean most to him.
    He notes that bodily and emotional decrepitude - the capacity to feel and care –do not go hand in hand; one dies piecemeal.
    The ‘throbbings of noontide’ refers not just to memories but to this lasting capacity to feel and care.
    So much in three verses, using ballad form and a simple abab rhyme scheme, is itself a definition of genius. (Report) Reply

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