“I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, 'Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!' ”
“I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, 'Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!' ”
Poems mainly dour or melancholy, but what else would you expect of Hardy? There are some verses that tell of the new life of Spring and the warmth of Summer, but they inevitably give way to the dimming and decay of Autumn and the cold and death of Winter.
Some of the poems are told from the pov of characters from Hardy's novels, one being in the voice of Tess from Tess of the D'Urbervilles, which give a little insight into their thoughts. 👇🏼