Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOTHING MATTERS MUCH (B.F.L.), by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Nothing matters much,' he said Last Line: "nothing much matters." | ||||||||
"NOTHING matters much," he said Of something just befallen unduly: He, then active, but now dead, Truly, truly! He knew the letter of the law As voiced by those of wig and gown, Whose slightest syllogistic flaw He hammered down. And often would he shape in word That nothing needed much lamenting; And she who sat there smiled and heard, Sadly assenting. Facing the North Sea now he lies, Toward the red altar of the East, The Flamborough roar his psalmodies, The wind his priest. And while I think of his bleak bed, Of Time that builds, of Time that shatters, Lost to all thought is he, who said "Nothing much matters." | 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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