Thomas Hardy
Dorchester / England
Explore Poems GO!


Rating: 3.0
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,
'He was a man who used to notice such things'?

If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid's soundless blink,
The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight
Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think,
'To him this must have been a familiar sight.'
If I pass during some nocturnal blackness, mothy and warm,
Read More
Glenn Baker 09 March 2011
A tremendous poem reflecting on the brevity of human exsistence. Impending death humbles us all and we hope to be remembered.
16 6 Reply
Gillian.E. Shaw 14 March 2005
The poem is written like an epitaph where the poet reflects on the general view of himself after he is dead. The first stanza begins where the poet has died and the coming of spring. He questions if his neighbours will remember his appreciation for the season; his love of nature; trying to help innocent creatures and adds the sceptical explanation that when he is dead he will no longer be able to help them. Reflecting in the fourth stanza that he will be unable to see the winter night sky he makes it clear that he hopes to be remembered for his appreciation of it and its mysteries. Finally he reflects on the sound of his death knell and asks if he will be able to hear it. In conclusion the poet perhaps senses he will not be remebered in the way he would like to be. There is a feeling of insecurity, scepticism and realism in these lines.
27 7 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

5/6/2021 10:13:09 AM #