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Thomas Hardy (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)
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Poems by Thomas Hardy : 109 / 328
I Need Not Go
I need not go
Through sleet and snow
To where I know
She waits for me;
She will wait me there
Till I find it fair,
And have time to spare
From company.
When I've overgot
The world somewhat,
When things cost not
Such stress and strain,
Is soon enough
By cypress sough
To tell my Love
I am come again.
And if some day,
When none cries nay,
I still delay
To seek her side,
(Though ample measure
Of fitting leisure
Await my pleasure)
She will not chide.
What--not upbraid me
That I delayed me,
Nor ask what stayed me
So long? Ah, no! -
New cares may claim me,
New loves inflame me,
She will not blame me,
But suffer it so.
Thomas Hardy
Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, March 01, 2011
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Poems by Thomas Hardy : 109 / 328
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could be possible he was talking about
his poetry? he was too busy writing stories.
A sweet, innocent touch to a carnal subject matter.
I love this poem, though to my eye, the language drips with ironic intent. No long left love will simply excuse the litany of lies the central character rehearses to himself. Of course she will 'upbraid' and 'blame' him, but he is so caught up in his 'company', his 'world' his 'stress and strain' that he pushes the romantic ideal his love seeks further aside - never abandoning it, for that would engender too much guilt, but simply procrastinating the idyllic moment 'by Cypress sough' (i.e. a scene underneath the gentle whistle of wind through the branches of a Cypress tree) that seem less and less real. The character's love is doomed, but he does not know it yet and the pathos in the last line 'but suffer it so' seems to reflect his future doom brought on by this way of thinking.
Too lovely. The poem is all abount a man that trust is lover to the call. Not minding the distance he still believe is love will wait. Unlike the love we have these days we hardly trust each other. But in these poem the love was exagerated.
yeah this is likely a waiting love....
in the first stanza, it is presented that the narrator's sure that she waits for him...and though they're far he's sure he's still inlove with her....
in the second stanza, the arrangement of words, according to the international english, is not quite bearable (although it's a poetic license) but the meaning is clear...
the narrator tried to say that when she got tired of waiting him, he could present himself to her tell her he still love her, so that she may not think he'd forgotten her.
third stanza is like presenting the power of the woman to chide him if he'd forgotten to visit her (though the truth is he missed her so)
it's like the narrator is saying that he may get tired of waiting, or maybe they both could go tired of waiting and it's not their fault they can't blame themselves...maybe because they aggreed to wait each other, and they knew that their feelings may change along the way...
hehehehe...that's my interpretation...hope i made sense...
Beautiful simple flowing lines, apparently he is more casual in the relationship than she, however a hint of her displeasure if he takes her for granted, and his undecided feelings; give the future of the relationship an inquisitive contemplative open ending, the reader can wander in at will.
This is beautiful.
it inspires me to write.
i love it.....!
Good alliteration to
regrettable beautiful, depicts hidden emotions in both lovers
Most women want attention from their lover. If cares take the place, you know? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
On the face of it an unpleasant poem. But it should be remembered that the person in the poem is not Hardy himself. The power of the poet is in his imaginative reach. He is able to reflect experiences he himself has not had. We do not think Shakespeare's amazing creation of a young girl in love in Romeo and Juliet is autobiographical. To infer autobiography from a poem is to mistake the nature of poetry. In this poem Hardy paints a picture of a type of man, not of himself.