The Unevent

(in the manner of Thomas Hardy)

The pounding on the stair
Was you arriving there.
At last events had brought
You back to me. Ah, but,
Events being rarely so wrought,
It was only my heart at the thought.

–July 8, 1988

(“The Unevent” was published in the Summer 2000 issue of The Neo-Victorian/Cochlea, Madison WI.)

Commentary

I originally subtitled this little lyric “in the manor [Max Gate in Dorsetshire] of Thomas Hardy” for the pun on the second word, but later the gimmick struck me as both cute and obscure. Hardy has many poems like this one expressing the disappointing ironies of our existence. The poem’s very title mimics the peculiar archaic way Hardy often has of wording his thoughts as in the word “unblooms” in the sonnet “Hap.”

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Published on November 29, 2006 at 4:37 pm  Leave a Comment  

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