From a Moving Train (on a rainy day): Part Three

Fog 1

Fog 2

Fog 3


On the Departure Platform


Thomas Hardy

We kissed at the barrier ; and passing through

She left me, and moment by moment got

Smaller and smaller, until to  my view

She was but a spot;

A wee white spot of muslin fluff

That down the diminishing platform bore

Through hustling crowds of gentle and rough

To the carriage door.

Under the lamplight’s fitful glowers,

Behind dark groups from far and near,

Whose interests were apart from ours,

She would disappear,

Then show again, till I ceased to see

That flexible form, that nebulous white;

And she who was more than my life to me

Had vanished quite.

We have penned new plans since that fair fond day,

And in season she will appear again–

Perhaps in the same soft white array–

But never as then!

–‘And why, young man, must eternally fly

A joy you’ll repeat, if you love her well?’

–O friend, nought happens twice thus ; why,

I cannot tell!

3 responses

  1. I like second photo.

    April 21, 2014 at 5:17 am

  2. I like all of these equally, somehow. and, of course, the T. Hardy poem is perfect. This is a really fine post, Lemony. Soft, gentle, heartbreakingly so.

    April 21, 2014 at 11:26 pm

  3. Great images, all. But I love the tumble and tangle of the third.

    April 22, 2014 at 1:54 pm

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