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Poem by Thomas Hardy


In a Former Resort after Many Years


Do I know these, slack-shaped and wan,
Whose substance, one time fresh and furrowless,
Is now a rag drawn over a skeleton,
As in El Greco’s canvases? –
Whose cheeks have slipped down, lips become indrawn,
And statures shrunk to dwarfishness?

Do they know me, whose former mind
Was like an open plain where no foot falls,
But now is as a gallery portrait-lined,
And scored with necrologic scrawls,
Where feeble voices rise, once full-defined,
From underground in curious calls?



Thomas Hardy


Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
  3. Saying Good-bye
  4. The Children and Sir Nameless
  5. On a Discovered Curl of Hair


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