Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Old but Gold

Heredity by Thomas Hardy

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 m
That heeds no call to die


  1. Ah, nice but a little scary too, eh? I do like Hardy's poetry but haven't read it for a while.

  2. I'm just starting a biography of him - I don't usually read biographies, but this seems good.