I Need Not Go Poem by Thomas Hardy

I Need Not Go

Rating: 3.1


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carlos Echeverria 23 February 2012

A sweet, innocent touch to a carnal subject matter.

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Manonton Dalan 23 February 2012

could be possible he was talking about his poetry? he was too busy writing stories.

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Kevin Straw 23 February 2010

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.

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Terence George Craddock 23 February 2010

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.

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iain Saunders 23 February 2012

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.

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Mahtab Bangalee 01 October 2019

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............./// superb and great expression

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Chinedu Dike 13 September 2019

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful work of art.......................................................

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Bri Edwards 16 March 2019

Man, you've got HER " under your thumb" ! ! ! ! this shall join other P H poems in my April 2019 showcase. thanks, dead guy. bri ;)

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Dr Antony Theodore 02 November 2018

New cares may claim me, New loves inflame me, She will not blame me, But suffer it so. the great Hardy...... great poem. tony

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jimmy bob 01 March 2018

this is a poem

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