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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


Revulsion


Though I waste watches framing words to fetter 
Some unknown spirit to mine in clasp and kiss, 
Out of the night there looms a sense ’twere better 
To fail obtaining whom one fails to miss. 

For winning love we win the risk of losing, 
And losing love is as one’s life were riven; 
It cuts like contumely and keen ill-using 
To cede what was superfluously given. 

Let me then never feel the fateful thrilling 
That devastates the love-worn wooer’s frame, 
The hot ado of fevered hopes, the chilling 
That agonizes disappointed aim! 
So may I live no junctive law fulfilling, 
And my heart’s table bear no woman’s name.

1866

Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. Ten Years Since
  3. The Young Churchwarden
  4. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
  5. The Child and the Sage


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