The poem
My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life largest, best.
My phantom-footed shape will go When nightfall grays Hither and thither along the ways I and another used to know In backward days.
And there you'll find me, if a jot You still should care For me, and for my curious air; If otherwise, then I shall not, For you, be there.
Comment on Hardy's poem
In a work such as this I am never quite sure whether the author is expressing what he really believes, or is playing with popular current thought. As I have an engineering background I tend to take things at face value, and not read too much else into it. (If that is what you said, that is what you meant). Whatever point of view Hardy has here, I find myself at odds with what he is saying. My beliefs are biblically…
Read the whole commentIn a work such as this I am never quite sure whether the author is expressing what he really believes, or is playing with popular current thought. As I have an engineering background I tend to take things at face value, and not read too much else into it. (If that is what you said, that is what you meant). Whatever point of view Hardy has here, I find myself at odds with what he is saying. My beliefs are biblically based and I cannot agree with Hardy's view of things after death. There is much that could be said on this subject—and Hardy does not speak widely on it here—but I felt the need to reply, stanza by stanza, and have done so using the same technical style (rhythm and rhyme) in answering each of his ideas with biblically based concepts. This poem has been recently published elsewhere.
My Spirit Will Not Grace
My spirit will not grace this earth
When in the grave
My body lies, no more a slave
To ways and places since its birth
In this enclave.
There is no phantom form to roam
At fall of night,
To help recall some old delight,
As of a near or far from home
Forgotten sight.
You shall not with a ghostly shape
Make rendezvous.
This body waits to rise anew
With God's elect ones to escape.
And what of you?
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