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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


The Wanderer


There is nobody on the road
But I,
And no beseeming abode
I can try
For shelter, so abroad
I must lie.

The stars feel not far up,
And to be
The lights by which I sup
Glimmeringly,
Set out in a hollow cup
Over me.

They wag as though they were
Panting for joy
Where they shine, above all care,
And annoy,
And demons of despair –
Life’s alloy.

Sometimes outside the fence
Feet swing past,
Clock-like, and then go hence,
Till at last
There is a silence, dense,
Deep, and vast.

A wanderer, witch-drawn
To and fro,
To-morrow, at the dawn,
On I go,
And where I rest anon
Do not know!

Yet it’s meet – this bed of hay
And roofless plight;
For there’s a house of clay,
My own, quite,
To roof me soon, all day
And all night.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. A Victorian Rehearsal
  2. Song to an Old Burden
  3. Long Plighted
  4. After the Fair
  5. Paths of Former Time


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

  • Henry Dobson (Генри Добсон) The Wanderer ("Love comes back to his vacant dwelling")
  • Edward Dowden (Эдвард Дауден (Доуден)) The Wanderer ("I cast my anchor nowhere (the waves whirled")
  • Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер) The Wanderer ("TO SEE the clouds his spirit yearned toward so")
  • Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Wanderer ("I SAW the sunset-colored sands")

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