Wednesday 26 December 2007

Thomas Hardy's Christmas Reflection

There's more to Thomas Hardy than rustic tales of yokels leaning on coppice gates or squires and maids lounging in shady gardens as this hard-hitting 4-liner written in the poet's 84th year demonstrates.
The poem could almost have been written yesterday.

Christmas:1924

'Peace upon earth!' was said. We sing it,
And pay a million priests to bring it.
After two thousand years of mass
We've got as far as poison-gas.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

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