2018年6月2日 星期六

Thomas Hardy

"The Sun On The Bookcase" by Thomas Hardy
Once more the cauldron of the sun 
Smears the bookcase with winy red,
And here my page is, and there my bed,
And the apple-tree shadows travel along.
Soon their intangible track will be run,
And dusk grow strong
And they have fled.
Yes: now the boiling ball is gone,
And I have wasted another day....
But wasted--wasted, do I say?
Is it a waste to have imagined one
Beyond the hills there, who, anon,
My great deeds done,
Will be mine alway?
Oxford World's Classics

For June, we will be honoring Thomas Hardy as the #ClassicsInContextAuthor of the Month. Thomas Hardy was born on June 2, 1840 at Higher Bockhampton, near Dorchester in Dorset. The son of a stonemason, whose family had known better days, his father taught Hardy the violin and his mother greatly encouraged his early interest in books. He attended school in Dorchester and at 16 was articled to John Hicks, a local architect.
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In which Mark Ford imagines discussing his new book, Thomas Hardy: Half a Londoner, over lunch in a London pub.


In which Mark Ford imagines discussing his new book, Thomas Hardy: Half a Londoner, over lunch in a London pub.
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