[429] In Time of 'The Breaking Of Nations'

Guest poem submitted by P. G. Murthy, <pgmurthy@>:

Only a man harrowing clods
 In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
 Half asleep as they stalk.

Only thin smoke without flame
 From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
 Though Dynasties pass.

Yonder a maid and her wight
 Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
 Ere their story die.

	-- Thomas Hardy

This is a great poem; it stills the heart and makes one pause and think of the
lone farmer standing by his plough watching the years and the centuries go past
with all their futility. How often we see at level crossings when the train
speeds by the farmer and his animals waiting patiently: "He sees with unseeing
eyes".

Hardy saw such a scene in Cornwall in 1870 and for forty years this lay dormant
till 1915 when this sentiment surfaced to take the shape of these three lovely
verses. I can only quote : "In this poem Hardy comments on the permanence of
such simple things as work and love. Man must cultivate the earth so that he can
eat, and he will continue to fall in love. Not even the madness of war can
change these basic certainties ... a great truth, [stated] simply and
effectively."

"Thou art my battle axe and weapons of war : for with thee will I break in
pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kingdoms."
	-- Jeremiah 51:20

P. G. Murthy.

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I'm off on vacation (and away from email) for 2 weeks, starting as soon as I
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thomas.

From: Reed C Bowman <hammerquill@>

For the same message brilliantly expressed in another medium, see the
movie _The Seven Samurai_ by Akira Kurosawa.
                                  - Reed C Bowman