Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHE, I AND THEY, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I was sitting Last Line: And unable to keep up their sturdy line.' Subject(s): Ancestors & Ancestry; Heritage; Heredity | ||||||||
I WAS sitting, She was knitting, And the portraits of our fore-folk hung around; When there struck on us a sigh; 'Ah - what is that?' said I: 'Was it not you?' said she. 'A sigh did sound.' I had not breathed it, Nor the night-wind heaved it, And how it came to us we could not guess; And we looked up at each face Framed and glazed there in its place, Still hearkening; but thenceforth was silentness. Half in dreaming, 'Then its meaning,' Said we, 'must be surely this; that they repine That we should be the last Of stocks once unsurpassed, And unable to keep up their sturdy line.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRESCENT MOON ON A CAT?ÇÖS COLLAR by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA DOCKERY AND SON by PHILIP LARKIN GENEALOGY OF FIRE by KHALED MATTAWA EAST OF CARTHAGE: AN IDYLL by KHALED MATTAWA FOR AL-TAYIB SALIH by KHALED MATTAWA HISTORY OF MY FACE by KHALED MATTAWA BEGINNING WITH 1914 by LISEL MUELLER AN AMERICAN POEM by EILEEN MYLES TO THE DIASPORA: YOU DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE AFRIKA by GWENDOLYN BROOKS AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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