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Poem by Thomas Hardy


The Place on the Map


I

I look upon the map that hangs by me 
Its shires and towns and rivers lined in varnished artistry 
And I mark a jutting height
Coloured purple, with a margin of blue sea.

II

 Twas a day of latter summer, hot and dry;
Ay, even the waves seemed drying as we walked on, she and I,
By this spot where, calmly quite,
She unfolded what would happen by and by.

III

This hanging map depicts the coast and place,
And re-creates therewith our unforeboded troublous case
All distinctly to my sight,
And her tension, and the aspect of her face.

IV

Weeks and weeks we had loved beneath that blazing blue,
Which had lost the art of raining, as her eyes to-day had too,
While she told what, as by sleight,
Shot our firmament with rays of ruddy hue.

V

For the wonder and the wormwood of the whole
Was that what in realms of reason would have joyed our double soul
Wore a torrid tragic light
Under order-keepings rigorous control.

VI

So, the map revives her words, the spot, the time,
And the thing we found we had to face before the next years prime;
The charted coast stares bright,
And its episode comes back in pantomime.



Thomas Hardy


Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. A Woman Driving
  2. Intra Sepulchrum
  3. Come Not; Yet Come!
  4. Long Plighted
  5. The Conformers


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