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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


Suspense


A clamminess hangs over all like a clout,
The fields are a water-colour washed out,
The sky at its rim leaves a chink of light,
Like the lid of a pot that will not close tight.

She is away by the groaning sea,
Strained at the heart, and waiting for me:
Between us our foe from a hid retreat
Is watching, to wither us if we meet. . . .

But it matters little, however we fare –
Whether we meet, or I get not there;
The sky will look the same thereupon,
And the wind and the sea go groaning on.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Lying Awake
  2. An Evening in Galilee
  3. The Inscription
  4. The History of an Hour
  5. The Lady of Forebodings


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Emily Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Suspense ("Elysium is as far as to")

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