Transformations

Portrait of Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy 1840–1928

Portion of this yew Is a man my grandsire knew, Bosomed here at its foot: This branch may be his wife, A ruddy human life Now turned to a green shoot.

These grasses must be made Of her who often prayed, Last century, for repose; And the fair girl long ago Whom I often tried to know May be entering this rose.

So, they are not underground, But as nerves and veins abound In the growths of upper air, And they feel the sun and rain, And the energy again That made them what they were!

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  1. Peter Masak Sweden

    The biological facts, to whom all living on our planet is subjected to once we die, can be described with the beauty of a poets words, like Thomas Hardyś, who made "the organic circle of life" become poetry.
    Peter
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  2. m3ali Jordan

    analysis

    in this poem we have a metaphor , i think
    the branch maybe his wife ,the tree is a family tree , the man is old , why ?? because he siad in the poem , grandfather and century , a tree is a part of him .. in stanza 2 , he talked about a woman
    the word " maybe " means = un certainly .
    a rose like a house .
    thanks ,,

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