Thomas Hardy

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

Neutral Tones - Poem by Thomas Hardy

WE stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
--They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro--
On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing....

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.


Comments about Neutral Tones by Thomas Hardy

  • (5/1/2018 8:22:00 AM)


    This poem could be written better but I enjoyed reading this (Report) Reply

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  • (5/1/2018 8:19:00 AM)


    this is a very interesting poem, the entire dying relationship is handled well here (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2018 8:12:00 AM)


    Please write this a bit better. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2010 9:32:00 PM)


    Neutral Tones encapsulates my feelings of a dying (dead?) relationship. My god this is a beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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