English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. An Inquiry. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

An Inquiry

       A Phantasy

Circumdederunt me dolores mortis. – PS. XVIII

I said to It: ‘We grasp not what you meant,
(Dwelling down here, so narrowly pinched and pent)
By crowning Death the King of the Firmament:
– The query I admit to be
One of unwonted size,
But it is put you sorrowingly,
And not in idle-wise.’

‘Sooth, since you ask me gravely,’ It replied,
‘Though too incisive questions I have decried,
This shows some thought, and may be justified.
I’ll gauge its value as I go
Across the Universe,
And bear me back in a moment or so
And say, for better or worse.’

Many years later, when It came again,
‘That matter an instant back which brought you pain,’
It said, ‘and you besought me to explain:
Well, my forethoughtless modes to you
May seem a shameful thing,
But – I’d no meaning, that I knew,
In crowning Death as King!’

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. I Thought, My Heart
2. The Two Houses
3. The Nettles
4. The Inscription
5. The Weary Walker

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