Thomas Hardy

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

A Commonplace Day - Poem by Thomas Hardy

The day is turning ghost,
And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,
   To join the anonymous host
Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,
   To one of like degree.

   I part the fire-gnawed logs,
Rake forth the embers, spoil the busy flames, and lay the ends
   Upon the shining dogs;
Further and further from the nooks the twilight's stride extends,
   And beamless black impends.

   Nothing of tiniest worth
Have I wrought, pondered, planned; no one thing asking blame or
praise,
   Since the pale corpse-like birth
Of this diurnal unit, bearing blanks in all its rays -
   Dullest of dull-hued Days!

   Wanly upon the panes
The rain slides as have slid since morn my colourless thoughts; and
yet
   Here, while Day's presence wanes,
And over him the sepulchre-lid is slowly lowered and set,
   He wakens my regret.

   Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
   Or bloomed elsewhere than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
   Or mark him out in Time . . .

   --Yet, maybe, in some soul,
In some spot undiscerned on sea or land, some impulse rose,
   Or some intent upstole
Of that enkindling ardency from whose maturer glows
   The world's amendment flows;

   But which, benumbed at birth
By momentary chance or wile, has missed its hope to be
   Embodied on the earth;
And undervoicings of this loss to man's futurity
   May wake regret in me.


Comments about A Commonplace Day by Thomas Hardy

  • John Pendrey (7/7/2018 2:34:00 PM)


    It’s the last two stanzas that show another spot, where wonders do happen. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/7/2018 2:32:00 PM)


    It’s the last two stanzas that show another spot, where wonders do happen. (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2015 1:15:00 PM)


    ........nicely penned of a day to remember, as twilight descends ★ (Report) Reply

  • (2/5/2015 10:08:00 PM)


    A pirouetting voice carving through the composite shards of a dull day (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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