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Poetry Friday: A Confession to a Friend in Trouble by Thomas Hardy

May 4th, 2007 (05:48 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police

Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less
Here, far away, than when I tarried near;
I even smile old smiles - with listlessness -
Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere.

A thought too strange to house within my brain
Haunting its outer precincts I discern:
- That I will not show zeal again to learn
Your griefs, and, sharing them, renew my pain . . .

It goes, like murky bird or buccaneer
That shapes its lawless figure on the main,
And each new impulse tends to make outflee
The unseemly instinct that had lodgment here;
Yet, comrade old, can bitterer knowledge be
Than that, though banned, such instinct was in me!

-- A Confession to a Friend in Trouble from Wessex Poems and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy

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Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: May 4th, 2007 01:27 pm (UTC)

I'm a bit late in saying this, but Happy May April-is-Over! I hope May is happier for you.

Jules at 7-Imp

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 4th, 2007 02:37 pm (UTC)

Thanks, Jules, for checking in with me regularly and making sure I'm okay. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.

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