Now I"m not really one for poetry normally. I'm not really sure why... but a lot of it seems forced, or meaningless or just pretty words strung together for no reason, kind of like an aural necklace. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it just ain't my bag.
However, this I love. It has really struck a chord with me for some reason (thanks to HND's Mum who sent it to him). I loved it as soon as I heard it.
I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.
The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance - that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die.
- Thomas Hardy
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Hurray! It just takes one to storm the ramparts! Funny that it is Hardy with his country ways and all...
It's actually inspired me to go and find more of his poetry... all good. Although as my Mum pointed out, slightly ironic that he wrote this yet never had any children of his own.
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