Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GLIMPSE, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: She sped through the door Last Line: But she still keeps away! Subject(s): Ghosts; Mourning; Supernatural; Bereavement | ||||||||
SHE sped through the door And, following in haste, And stirred to the core, I entered hot-faced; But I could not find her, No sign was behind her. 'Where is she?' I said: - 'Who?' they asked that sat there; 'Not a soul's come in sight.' - 'A maid with red hair.' - 'Ah.' They paled. 'She is dead. People see her at night, But you are the first On whom she has burst In the keen common light.' It was ages ago, When I was quite strong: I have waited since, - O, I have waited so long! - Yea, I set me to own The house, where now lone I dwell in void rooms Booming hollow as tombs! But I never come near her, Though nightly I hear her. And my cheek has grown thin And my hair has grown gray With this waiting therein; But she still keeps away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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