Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
BARBARA HARDY
Acknowledgements viii
References ix
Introduction 1
Notes 218
Select Booklist 226
Index 223
Acknowledgements
Eunice
Whoso for hours or lengthy days
Shall catch her aspect's changeful rays,
Then turn away, can none recall
Beyond a galaxy of all
In hazy portraiture;
Lit by the light of azure eyes
Like summer days by summer skies:
Her sweet transitions seem to be
A pinkly pictured melody,
And not a set contour. (Chap. 16)
'. . . all her shining keys will be took from her, and her
cupboards opened; and little things a' didn't wish seen,
anybody will see; and her wishes and ways will all be as
nothing.'
Creedle said:
'He'll fret his gizzard green if he don't hear from that
maid of his. Well, learning is better than houses and
lands. But to keep a maid at school till she is taller out
o' pattens than her mother was in 'em — 'Tis a tempting
o' Providence.'
'It seems no time at all since she was a little playward
girl,' said young Timothy Tangs.
'I can mind her mother,' said the hollow-turner.
'Always a teuny, delicate piece; her touch upon your
hand was like the passing of wind . . .'.
'Mr Winterborne's father walked with her at one
time,' said old Timothy Tangs; 'but Mr Melbury won
her. She was a child of a woman and would cry like
rain if so be he huffed her. (Chap. 4)
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and
times suggests that human beings may not ask for much
in the way of happiness, and though they may not get
much, they get a little.
Small pleasures accumulate, as at the beginning of this
journey, done in one sentence where punctuation lightens
and phrases rush, to catch the train and the excitement
and bustle of travel:
— A Troubadour-youth I rambled
With Life for lyre,
The beats of being raging
In me like fire.
seer's blindness and neglect when they were alive, and the
haunting, like most of Hardy's hauntings, is psychologi-
cally explicable:
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And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh
there nevermore.
But the ghost is not all that thin, nor the frail man
entirely feeble. Though he sounds passive, he is in charge
of the place, in every aspect of the scene, a deep and
potent animator, a source though also a product of its
poetry. This transformation is what imagination can bring
about. And the woman is allowed her triumph, until
dawn. She goes then not because Hardy knows ghosts are
illusions but because it is when superstition banishes all
ghosts. There is something like a statement of faith, as if
he were resting on the tradition, which privileges and
permits the final claim that the speaker has not changed
but is the same as he was, put forward — surely3 — in
happy energy and intimate reassurance.
Of all the elegies, 'After a Journey' is the most sensual
and seductive poem, a second-honeymoon elegy. The
animal details like the preening birds and the lazily flop-
ping seals, smoothly, softly, and shiningly tangible, all
The poetry of place 149
for place — but not for the most complex and passionate
poetry of place — than any of his other poems. The poem
is Hardy's first, written when he was sixteen, and not
published in his lifetime. It has a remarkable coolness, a
fullness of objective registration. Its tranquilly moving
blank verse, fullness and detail, leisurely scrutinizing and
parenthetic style, obviously reminiscent of 'Tintern
Abbey', or rather of its slow-paced introductory section
before the lyrical narrative becomes fully personal and
passionately charged. Hardy's 'seem' is already present,
and so is an easy awareness of imaginative process, making
room for a maker's, if not an autobiographer's, presence,
in a way which is personally restrained:
'Yonder garden-plots
And orchards were uncultivated slopes
O'ergrown with bramble-bushes, furze, and thorn:
That road a narrow path shut in by ferns,
Which, almost trees, obscured the passer-by.
'Our house stood quite alone, and those tall firs
And beeches were not planted. Snakes and efts
Swarmed in the summer days, and nightly bats
Would fly about our bedrooms. Heathcroppers
Lived on the hills, and were our only friends;
So wild it was when first we settled here.'
the reader of the poem. The three 'thises' make the page
not only the page of pen and ink manuscript but also the
printed text, more obliquely and ambiguously but also
more accurately than Ted Hughes in 'The Thought Fox'
when he ends. (It is strictly speaking not true that the
'page is printed' as Hughes's speaker says, when he says it,
but Hardy's 'thises' refer to the writer's time and space, as
well as remind the reader, as Hughes does, of reading and
space.)
On this occasion the poet has his reverie about the
inferiority of the insects, but revises it. A sense of quaint
companionship patronizes the 'humblest' creatures, plac-
ing them low on the usual scale of being, affectionately,
compassionately, but hierarchically. The word 'muse',
which implies inspiration, thought and openness, seems
to make the human being retract his categories and admit
the limits of his knowledge, but he has made a start with
the hospitable image, 'my guests'. On one side of a natural
division lie his acts of mind, on the other the animals'
mystery. Of course he is struck by the difference between
what he is doing with the page and what the animals are
doing on it. But he is then struck by the opposite, too,
by the conjunction of their activities, 'Thus meet we five';
and also perhaps, subtextually, as one or two of them —
the number is not stated — die so quickly, by their
common mortality. So he is moved to acknowledge an
equality of life and to open his mind to separateness, in a
fresh and imaginative way: 'They know Earth-secrets that
know not I'.
Someone was shocked because Hardy did not know
the names of flowers (though he did know a few) but he
knew something more important, how to regard the non-
human world with intentness, respect and fellow-feeling.
He honours the space between the human being and its
creature-visitors, celebrating the limits of imagination,
hospitably allowing the insects to come into the poem on
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the page after they have come on to the page in the story
of the poem. If the new-penned line was a poem, it is
revised, like his opinion of the animal troupe. Their antics
take over the poem. They collaborate randomly, but not
frivolously. They smear his ink, and he respects the death
of— apparently — one of them, while recording it matter-
of-factly, not elegiacally, as a banging into the light that
illumines his page, to make the poem — almost — write
itself. It most originally marks the distinct individuality of
the human and non-human animals, in a deep heartfelt
joke about sentimentality, even about romanticism. I am
tempted to call it a love poem, but the point is that it is
not.
Another poem which respects the difference between
the human and the non-human — and again, deep
beneath the difference, their common mortality — is a
more direct confrontation with the romantic projection,
the musing 'Shelley's Skylark'. Shelley's skylark enters the
poem in two forms: as an image in Shelley's poem and
as a surviving morsel of matter. To repeat, the poem
can't be read without going back to Shelley's 'The Sky-
lark', either in memory or re-reading. As with Tenny-
son's 'Mariana' it enters into a dialogue with another
text, publicizing it, but here also revising. Hardy disa-
grees with the famous apostrophe, 'Bird thou never wert'
insisting with brilliant commonsense that Shelley's skylark
must indeed have been a physical individual. Hardy
imagines, and makes us imagine, the bird as Shelley did
not, as a real bird that lived and died, whose body was
chemically recycled.
THE SUPERNATURAL
An agnostic poet, Hardy constantly images the spiritual
world1 but its presence in his poetry is proposed as some-
thing imagined, not asserted as something believed. His
passionate inclination keeps faith with his disbelief. As he
asserts in that bitter brilliant parody of a hymn 'The
Impercipient', disbelief is not caused by ignorance of
beliefs advantage. This unbelieving poet sometimes writes
from a feeling for a supernatural object of desire, though
this is more likely to be a ghost than a god. In his lyrics
Hardy also records the phenomenology of disbelief, expli-
cating his lack of faith almost as flexibly as George Herbert
dramatizing varieties of religious experience. Hardy did
not always write at the imaginative pitch of 'The Imperci-
pient' and many of his dialogues with God and monologues
Thresholds and limits 203
RETICENCE
Imaginative limit is subject and form. In 'The Haunter'
and other elegies, the reader is offered an ironic subtext
or deconstruction which is existentially and morally
instructive and in 'On Stinsford Hill' a more direct
acknowledgement. The combination of reserve and sug-
gestiveness stamps many of Hardy's spare and understated
poems. He is drawn to a combination of narrative and
lyric, and several of his poems depend on a gap in the
narrative which preserves, but also threatens the threshold
between the isolated intensity of lyric and the fullness or
continuity of narrative. The reserve or subtext may seem
like the result of an unwilled resistance to a willed
conclusion, but it can often seem a simple effect of control
and restraint, a grim or melancholy teasing that fits a
mourning mood and the poet's moody inclination.
In 'Castle Boterel' for instance, the implicit love story,
hinted at, not told, creates a gap in order to give the
highest value to the experience, in Hardy's favourite
occupatio. The poem refuses to say what the lovers did and
said as they climbed but there is the unmistakable praise,
'But was there ever / A time of such quality, since or
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But the second verse begins 'O were it but the weather,
Dear', and explains that they are actually separated by
something else. We may expect the riddle to be solved in
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But 'As the eveshade swathed the house and lawn' and
the lights go on he realizes that it is not gloom but 'glee
within' and the windows change signification, imaging
'severance' for himself alone. What might be a threshold,
the outside of the house, is seen as a limit. A space
between two stanzas acts as a crossing-point and a barrier
to entry and imaginative construction. The teller makes
his imaginative essay but his imagination has to be cor-
rected. Hardy enjoys exploiting the structural divisions
and pauses of stanzaic form, and the formality, which has
sometimes been judged arbitrary and mechanical, has
often the function of exaggerating and emphasizing such
thresholds and temporary stops.
In 'Before and After Summer' a pause in the poem
once again acts as a structural symbol. This space between
stanzas is an apparent bridge but a large gap, formally
marked by the numbering:
I
Looking forward to the spring
One puts up with anything.
On this February day
Though the winds leap down the street,
Wintry scourgings seem but play,
And these later shafts of sleet
— Sharper pointed than the first —
And these later snows — the worst —
Are as a half-transparent blind
Riddled by rays from sun behind.
II
Shadows of the October pine
Reach into this room of mine:
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the artist but not necessary to the reader, like some of the elaborate
classical allusions proposed by Paul Turner in Tlie Life of Thomas
Hardy — for instance, the Virgilian references in Desperate Remedies,
which are obviously present but when recognized do not enlarge
or enhance or change our response to the novel. Some allusion
goes deep, like the echoes of As You Like It in Under the Greenwood
Tree (see my Chapter One) or of King Lear in The Return of the
Native.
1 HARDY'S WORKS
The Novels of Thomas Hardy, New Wessex Edition, London: Macmil-
lan, 1974-5. All quotations of the novels are from this edition.
The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hardy, vols 1—3, ed. Samuel
Hynes, Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1982—5. All quotations of the
poems are from this edition.
The Life and Work of Thomas Hardy, Thomas Hardy, ed. Michael
Millgate, London: Macmillan, 1984.