Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Practical Woman

‘O who’ll get me a healthy child: –
I should prefer a son –
Seven have I had in thirteen years,
Sickly every one!

‘Three mope about as feeble shapes;
Weak; white; they’ll be no good.
One came deformed; an idiot next;
And two are crass as wood.

‘I purpose one not only sound
In flesh, but bright in mind:
And duly for producing him
A means I’ve now to find.’

She went away. She disappeared,
Years, years. Then back she came:
In her hand was a blooming boy
Mentally and in frame.

‘I found a father at last who’d suit
The purpose in my head,
And used him till he’d done his job,’
Was all thereon she said.

1. Often When Warring
2. The Gap in the White
3. Expectation and Experience
4. Her Second Husband Hears Her Story
5. The Voice of the Thorn

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1451

Последние стихотворения

To English version