In honor of the full moon tonight!
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE
By Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine
In even monochrome and curving line
Of imperturbable serenity.
How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry
With the torn troubled form I know as thine,
That profile, placid as a brow divine,
With continents of moil and misery?
And can immense Mortality but throw
So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?
Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show,
Nation at war with nation, brains that teem,
Heroes, and women fairer than the skies?
2 comments:
Hey, pretty cool pic and poem, Samurai! "Heroes, and women fairer than she skies." Well, that just about describes the Republicans...
just about.
It was more the "Nation at war with nation" that reminded me of the Republicans.
Glad you liked the poem; Hardy's one of my personal favorites!
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