AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
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Wow! As I kept moving through lines, kept loving it more and more. Hope and despair- two twin sisters, like light and darkness, ever moving ever existing.
The raw emotions of despair are conveyed through direct and unsentimental language, capturing the nihilistic mood of the late Victorian era.
This poem explores themes of hopelessness, suffering, and existential uncertainty. The poem compares the barren landscape to a desolate life, reflecting the author's pessimistic view of existence.
A beautiful poem and despair seems to be the theme.
Chillingly eerie and atmospheric. Great description of despair and hopelessness. Yet is there redemption and hope? This the poet leaves us to decide.
Really awesome piece of work... I recommend to read all the works by Thomas Hardy to be read will the same passion that we show for William Shakesphere and William Wordsworth and any other poet of the Classics, then only we will be able to know the real depth of the thought of this poet.
Despair, is the right word. Going from a dark form, into the black abyss of infinity.
dull moment glimmer of hope soon darkness also absorb why happiness last in seconds to make us strive more...guess
A poem built on pensive mood has no chance of redemption in anyway has been well weaved here!
And just what is Hardy's best effort - his most 'fragrant' piece? Some of the comments border on the utterly absurd, but let's leave that for another day! Identify the figures of speech first of all! Is PERSONIFICATION one of Hardy's figures? You agree that DESPAIR is an abstraction, a human condition that afflicts the SPEAKER, who is not necessarily the poet himself, sometimes called a PERSONA for the sake of analysis? What is the overall MOOD? What devices does Hardy use to invoke that MOOD? Answer these questions before you jump to conclusions, which may be correct or not, but a discerning reader on a site allegedly devoted to poetry must make such distinctions, do you not agree?
Pretty gloomy, not Hardy's greatest effort, has produced much fragrant pieces.
It has reminders of The Raven. Despair is so much more horrible if the Creator is treating it a joke.
A wording of a classic.