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In Time of "The Breaking of Nations"
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow, silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.
Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.
Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War’s annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.
Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) was a major British novelist and poet. Asked by a magazine in 1916 to write a heartening poem about the war in Europe, a war which by that time had become a horrific slaughter, he composed this quietly pointed 12-line poem suggesting that the ordinary life of humanity — a farmer with his old, trusty horse preparing his farmland for the new crop and young lovers strolling together — would remain long after the world war was no more than a forgotten chapter in mankind’s history. The title comes from Jeremiah: 51: “… for with thee will I break in pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kingdoms.” It is a chapter of the Hebrew scriptures in which Jehovah describes in lurid detail his plans for the annihilation of Babylon and the inhabitants of Chaldea.
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In Time of "The Breaking of Nations"
In Time of "The Breaking of Nations"
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow, silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.
Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.
Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War’s annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.
Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) was a major British novelist and poet. Asked by a magazine in 1916 to write a heartening poem about the war in Europe, a war which by that time had become a horrific slaughter, he composed this quietly pointed 12-line poem suggesting that the ordinary life of humanity — a farmer with his old, trusty horse preparing his farmland for the new crop and young lovers strolling together — would remain long after the world war was no more than a forgotten chapter in mankind’s history. The title comes from Jeremiah: 51: “… for with thee will I break in pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kingdoms.” It is a chapter of the Hebrew scriptures in which Jehovah describes in lurid detail his plans for the annihilation of Babylon and the inhabitants of Chaldea.
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