The Curtains now are Drawn

The Curtains now are Drawn

The work explores themes of love, loss, and the passage of time through a reflective and melancholic lens. The speaker stands in a desolate, rain-soaked landscape, contemplating the memories of a lost love. The imagery of nature, particularly the harsh weather and the overgrown graves, symbolizes the inevitability of death and the transient nature of life. The repeated refrain emphasizes the idealization of love, suggesting that even in the face of mortality, the experience of love remains profound and transcendent. The contrast between the external environment and the internal emotional landscape highlights the speaker's sense of longing and nostalgia. The use of vivid imagery, such as "spindrift" and "jagged pass," evokes a sense of struggle against the elements, mirroring the emotional turmoil of the speaker. As the narrative unfolds, the speaker grapples with the weight of memory and the impact of love on their existence. The juxtaposition of the harsh reality of life with the beauty of love creates a poignant tension, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences of love and loss. The work ultimately suggests that while life may be fleeting and filled with sorrow, the act of loving remains a powerful and enduring force.

By Thomas Hardy · First published 1917 · Genre: Poetry, Romanticism, Lyric · 232 words

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(SONG)

I. THE curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glass, Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou'-west, And the sneering glare is gone Behind the yonder crest, While she sings to me: "O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And death may come, but loving is divine."

II. I stand here in the rain, With its smite upon her stone, And the grasses that have grown Over women, children, men, And their texts that "Life is vain"; But I hear the notes as when Once she sang to me: "O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And death may come, but loving is divine. "

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