Thursday, April 19, 2007

One of my friends who has always been so kind to me has given me " The Collected Poems of Thomas Hardy " ...

Thomas Hardy, (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) — is an English novelist, short story writer, and poet ...

This is one of his poems which I found veryyyyy beautiful in this book :

" I'm a lofty lovely woman,"
Says the lady in the furs,
In the glance she throws around her
On the poorer dames and sirs:
" This robe, that cost three figures,
Yes, is mine," her nod avers.

" True, my money did not buy it,

But my husband's, from the trade;
And they, they only got it
From things feeble and afraid
By murdering them in ambush
With a cunning engine's aid.

" True, my hands, too, did not shape it

To the pretty cut you see
But the hands of midnight workers
Who are strangers quite to me:
It was fitted, too, by dressers
Ranged around me toilsomely.

" But I am a lovely lady,

Though sneerers say I shine
By robbing Nature's children
Of apparel not mine,
And that I am but a broom-stick,
Like a scarecrow's wooden spine."

Here you can read a short biography of him:


Georg said...

Bonjour Chackavak,

Splendid poem, glad you showed it. I did not know Thomas Hardy.

By the way, here in Western Europe, very few women are wearing furs nowadays. Especially after Brigitte Bardot started her campaign against the mass killing of baby seals.

And anyway, no decent person should wear an animal cemetery on his back.


Dr O2 said...

He is a very talented poet & also writer. I might borrow the book if you may.

Chackavak said...

Sure Dr O2 ... & thanks for your comment