tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post1175015945956086899..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Poetry Friday - In a WoodTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-47091552229806251082009-01-11T21:54:00.000-05:002009-01-11T21:54:00.000-05:00Yes, I agree. This is a gorgeous production!Yes, I agree. This is a gorgeous production!tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-3746474619214603512009-01-11T20:20:00.000-05:002009-01-11T20:20:00.000-05:00I suppose wreck was not the right word, but I just...I suppose wreck was not the right word, but I just find Hardy so depressing. Tess' story just does me in, and as bad as I know it will be, I can't stop reading or look away.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-89525530894646180532009-01-11T20:16:00.000-05:002009-01-11T20:16:00.000-05:00I really don't understand what you mean by "the wr...I really don't understand what you mean by "the wreck." Do you mean you're unhappy with this production or you don't relate to Victorian literature? Or you are saddened by the social mores that were once prevalent? Hardy was, like Dickens, a great social commentator (and a wonderful poet).tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-39025230862204728862009-01-10T06:41:00.000-05:002009-01-10T06:41:00.000-05:00That one is new to me and I just love his language...That one is new to me and I just love his language. What a sharp twist on the kind of nature poems I usually read and write. I love it!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-63617721651969904872009-01-09T13:04:00.000-05:002009-01-09T13:04:00.000-05:00Oh, but there's no one like Hardy to watch (if not...Oh, but there's no one like Hardy to watch (if not to imitate) the "aged thrush" who chooses to "fling his soul against the growing gloom." Hardy tries to be happy - he just can't quite make it there. Maybe the only way to enjoy his work is when you feel the same way and need a sad friend...?Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-87599082067862260962009-01-09T11:24:00.000-05:002009-01-09T11:24:00.000-05:00This is one of the few Hardy poems I like, largely...This is one of the few Hardy poems I like, largely because of the second stanza from which you quoted. I love the notion of nature as a release from unrest. Leave it to Hardy not to find it!Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-71083243453638200192009-01-09T11:20:00.000-05:002009-01-09T11:20:00.000-05:00I confess to not loving Hardy in either prose or v...I confess to not loving Hardy in either prose or verse. That said, this line is pretty sweet: "Heart-halt and spirit-lame,<BR/> City-opprest,"<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I know what he's talking about some days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com