"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

02 June 2018

Happy birthday, Hardy.

Thomas Hardy was born on this day in 1840.


I went by the Druid stone
  That broods in the garden white and lone,   
And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows   
  That at some moments fall thereon
  From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,   
  And they shaped in my imagining
To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders   
  Threw there when she was gardening.

     I thought her behind my back,
  Yea, her I long had learned to lack,
And I said: ‘I am sure you are standing behind me,   
  Though how do you get into this old track?’   
  And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf   
  As a sad response; and to keep down grief
I would not turn my head to discover
  That there was nothing in my belief.

     Yet I wanted to look and see
  That nobody stood at the back of me;
But I thought once more: ‘Nay, I’ll not unvision   
  A shape which, somehow, there may be.’   
  So I went on softly from the glade,
  And left her behind me throwing her shade,   
As she were indeed an apparition—
  My head unturned lest my dream should fade.

Thomas Hardy

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