Saturday, January 4, 2003

"How Great My Grief" (Triolet) Comments

Rating: 3.2

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,


Thomas Hardy
Dr Dillip K Swain 16 January 2021

I wonder how a very simple poem emanated from great Hardy. The straight forward with crystal clear meang.. nothing is there to interpret except to put spotlight on the depth of poet's grief.

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Suryendu Chaudhury 04 November 2020

There is a pensive note in this poem.

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Daniya 21 March 2018

Excellent theme of the poem and beautiful poem...??????

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Abhimanyu Kumar.s 28 November 2017

I have known him as a novelist but I think he deserves more for poetry too. Wonderful poem.

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* Sunprincess * 14 November 2015

.....wonderful poem, and excellent theme ?

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Human being having a good mind and inner awakening and love is always welcome in society and his services to the fellow human being is also helpful for the human development and basic and positive habits of compassion. The memories of the past is a continuing experience for an individual and someone more awakened surely reopens his mind and thinks about the past both the success and failures of the past and his own thinking of that time which is always an interesting subject which is not normally passing to others in conversations. Here the great poet opens his mind to himself and remembers the grief of the past and the few joys he have got in this worldly living.He understands the values of the universal power who gave such a fate and love in this life. The poem is an emotional one and poet himself thinks about himself and sees the universal power who destined the sorrow and happiness in once own life.

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Carlos Echeverria 13 June 2012

Hardy wisely chose and perfectly executed the best medium (the triolet) to playfully express wit and sarcasm.

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Nihoulu Lee 13 June 2012

i relly like this poem it makes me hard as a rock. dont worry, im asian so its okay for me to not be racist towards others. can someone tell me if hes a jew or not because i want to meet him if hes not.

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Nihoulu Lee 13 June 2012

This poem can be smd i belive it was ritten by a jew. im asian so im not racist.

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Oludipe Oyin Samuel 13 June 2012

Always together, eternally apart is grief and its factor. How great the grief, the joy how few... There's more to this piece... Hmmm. Does this mean fate can predetermine grief?

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Udiah Witness to YAH 13 June 2012

How great His grief, it's just the same For those who come to know Thee For we see struggles in the game How great His grief, it's just the same For those who follow in Your Name When we realize the pain of those who chose to know Thee How great His grief, it's just the same For the world laughs at those who chose to know Thee

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How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee! Two very powerful declarative lines, outline a life which becomes mainly 'slow years' of intense sorrow, with few respites of joy, after a meeting of ill omen. The moral seems to be choose acquaintances and friends wisely and think carefully, before making life altering choices, because some options have devastating consequences. These sentiments are delightfully expressed in a revealing way. This is a cleverly written poem crafted to a rigid requisite. The triolet must be written with eight lines rhyming in an exact rhyme scheme of abaaabab. The first, fourth, and seventh lines must be exactly the same, and the second and eighth lines. Thomas Hardy has written an interesting triolet, which laments the haunting memory of an error of judgement.

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Joseph Poewhit 13 June 2010

Brings forth the point, we meet people who impact our lives sometimes, beyond our comprehension and emotional control.

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Manonton Dalan 13 June 2010

this style of writing is close to pantoum or lyrics of a song. he could be just singing a tune...hoping somebody listen.

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Ramesh T A 13 June 2010

By repetition he tells us about the intensity of his grief in life! A technique with some effect may make the matter more formidable than actual!

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Michael Pruchnicki 13 June 2009

Does no one except me and Straw recognize a 'triolet'? It's not the reality of life, as Hardy indicates by naming the French verse form he's using - eight lines, the first two being repeated as the last two lines and the fourth recurring also as the fourth line. The poem is an exercise in prosody, don't you see? In fact, it's kind of a tease, the exaggeration implied in 'How Great My Grief'! The poem is not negative in the modern sense at all. Why don't some of you out there pick up a text on poetry once in a while and spare us your gaseous comments? Please do!

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Mahdokt Walter 13 June 2009

The reality of life, great poem..Mahdokt

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Lynn Glover 13 June 2009

Hardy is expressing a negative attitude simply because grief can only be negative. This is truly a great poem.

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Kevin Straw 13 June 2009

Hardy is not promoting a negative attitude - he is simply stating his feelings. There are people we met who cause us great grief and little joy - that is a fact of life.

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Frodo Xander 13 June 2008

This promotes a negative attitude. It is an individual's burden to bear responsibility for their own joy and grief.

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