I Sometimes Think

I Sometimes Think by Thomas Hardy

The poem reflects on the speaker's introspection regarding their past actions and the impact of those actions on others. The speaker contemplates moments of effort and altruism, such as sowing good deeds and providing help in times of need, yet feels a profound sense of isolation and lack of recognition. Despite the speaker's contributions, they perceive that no one has acknowledged their efforts, leading to a sense of futility. However, the speaker grapples with the notion that perhaps one individual does care, suggesting a lingering connection that transcends the speaker's feelings of despair. This presence, likened to a spirit or wind, symbolizes an enduring influence that continues to observe and value the speaker's life and actions, even when they feel unnoticed. The tension between the desire for recognition and the acknowledgment of an unseen bond creates a poignant exploration of human experience, connection, and the search for meaning in one's contributions to the world.

By Thomas Hardy · First published 1917 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Lyric · 175 words

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(FOR F. E. H.)

I SOMETIMES think as here I sit Of things I have done, Which seemed in doing not unfit To face the sun: Yet never a soul has paused a whit On such-not one.

There was that eager strenuous press To sow good seed; There was that saving from distress In the nick of need; There were those words in the wilderness: Who cared to heed?

Yet can this be full true, or no? For one did care, And, spiriting into my house, to, fro, Like wind on the stair, Cares still, heeds all, and will, even though I may despair.

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poetry · existentialism · reflection · human experience · nature · melancholy · philosophy · life · death · love · loss · time

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