Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT RUSHY-POND, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: On the frigid face of the heath-hemmed pond Last Line: Her days dropped out of mine. | ||||||||
ON the frigid face of the heath-hemmed pond There shaped the half-grown moon: Winged whiffs from the north with a husky croon Blew over and beyond. And the wind flapped the moon in its float on the pool, And stretched it to oval form; Then corkscrewed it like a wriggling worm: Then wanned it weariful. And I cared not for conning the sky above Where hung the substant thing, For my thought was earthward sojourning On the scene I had vision of. Since there it was once, in a secret year, I had called a woman to me From across this water, ardently -- And practised to keep her near; Till the last weak love-words had been said, And ended was her time, And blurred the bloomage of her prime, And white the earlier red. And the troubled orb in the pond's sad shine Was her very wraith, as scanned When she withdrew thence, mirrored, and Her days dropped out of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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