“A Broken Appointment” by Thomas Hardy

This week’s literary admiration goes out to one of my favourite poets Thomas Hardy! Has anyone ever thought that Hardy was an angsty, love sick, troubled teenage girl trapped in the body of a ‘well aged’ gentleman, or was that just me? I know it’s a bit odd of an analogy but for some reason during high school and my teenage years (which ended 3 years ago) his poems seemed to depict the average youth’s problems but in a more profound verbose way that did not resemble my usual, “FML” facebook status updates. 

Thomas Hardy

1914 — Thomas Hardy, English novelist and poet — Image by © E.O. Hoppé/Corbis

A Broken Appointment

You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,—
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
You love not me,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
–I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love not me?
(This happens to be my favourite poem from him)

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