October 31st, 2005
An Upbraiding
Now I am dead you sing to me
The songs we used to know,
But while I lived you had no wish
Or care for doing so.
Now I am dead you come to me
In the moonlight, comfortless;
Ah, what would I have given alive
To win such tenderness!
When you are dead, and stand to me
Not differenced, as now,
But like again, will you be cold
As when we lived, or how?
-Thomas Hardy
Tags: Poetry, Thomas Hardy, Moments of Vision, Love, Death
Neha says:
Ok thomas hardy is my favourite tragedy writer and this one is totally beautiful. express the pain and anguish to someone’s indifference. way to go.
November 20th, 2005 at 02:43 am