Thomas Hardy

Between us Now ~ A Poem by Thomas Hardy

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Between Us Now

Thomas Hardy

Between us now and here—
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life’s flushest feather—

Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.

So thoroughly and long
Have you now known me,
So real in faith and strong
Have I now shown me,
That nothing needs disguise
Further in any wise,
Or asks or justifies
A guarded tongue.

Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes my own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.

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Episode 151: Another Spring: Reclaiming Joy and Life After Heartache

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Episode 151: Another Spring: Reclaiming Joy and Life After Heartache

In this heartfelt episode, we explore the fragile nature of life and the profound journey through grief. Discover how to embrace hope amid despair as we reflect on the timeless wisdom of poets Thomas Hardy and Christina Rossetti. Through Hardy’s The Darkling Thrush and Rossetti’s Another Spring, we uncover powerful messages about finding joy, resilience, and renewal in life’s darkest moments.

Join us as we discuss the importance of letting go of control, overcoming despair, and choosing hope as a guiding light. Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson’s philosophy, we share insights on living fully, moving forward, and rediscovering the beauty of life. This episode is a beacon for anyone navigating grief, seeking inspiration, or searching for a way to turn pain into purpose.

Keywords: grief, hope, resilience, Thomas Hardy, Christina Rossetti, finding light, overcoming despair, Ralph Waldo Emerson, poetry and healing, renewal, mental health, emotional well-being.

Today’s Poem ~ The Oxen

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The Oxen

Thomas Hardy

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.

Today’s Poem ~ Song of Hope

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Song of Hope
Thomas Hardy
O sweet To-morrow! –
After to-day
There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
Dimmed by no gray –
No gray!

While the winds wing us
Sighs from The Gone,
Nearer to dawn
Minute-beats bring us;
When there will sing us
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
Further anon –
Anon!

Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon,
Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In speeches of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
To-morrow shines soon –
Shines soon!

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