A Poem, A Challenge

Yesterday I posted my poem “The Immortals” and threatened to post its sequel today.  As I slept all unawares, Victoria, my friend in Sweden who blogs as raynotbradbury, among others, nominated me for her version of the “3 Days, 3 Quotes” Blogger challenge.  Vic’s a real rebel, she is, so please check out her very interesting blog to see what she’s done with the quotes challenge.

The more astute among you will recall that, in my response to yesterday’s Daily Post prompt, I protested that I’ve never been much of a rebel myself.  I find it amusing that Vic has provided me the perfect opportunity to rebel today and given me permission to do so by following her example.  To forestall y’all’s righteous indignation that I’m breaking the rules, I’ll kindly ask that you reflect upon how often you do the same.

First my poem; then, my response to the challenge.  If you missed part 1 and want to read it, it’s here.

The Immortals II

As long as there is one of you left alive,
I cannot die.  Loneliness I am, I assail you.
If you only believed you are never alone,
I would wither away.  You won’t, I’m here to stay.

Wherever there are two of you, one or both of us
may thrive.  Love the more cruel, his passions
sear your soul.  Indifference cool, she knows no shame.
Pray you both are beset by the same.

Let’s talk about three, jealousy’s favorite number.
Inalienable rule: one has what she wants, another
wants what she has, the third covets both.  Venomous,
green-eyed envy poisons the best of us.

And in your teeming billions, millions of us enjoy
eternal life.  In every community we are found;
positive, negative, both abound.  You know our names.
The instant we were freed we grew logarithmically.
Not even one of us could fit in Pandora’s box now.

Quotes Challenge

Vic challenged us to list our favorite 19th-century author, some of his or her work, and a few quotes as well as to provide some biographical details and to challenge other Bloggers.  She featured W. Somerset Maugham, of whom I’d heard but not read.  Vic’s post has me convinced I need to rectify that failure.

My 19th-century author is Thomas Hardy, 6/2/1840 – 1/11/1928, an English architect, poet, and author of novels and short stories.  He’s one of my favorites because his primary interest as an author was in showcasing and criticizing the inegalitarianism inherent in Victorian society’s class divisions.  My favorite novels of his are Tess of the D’urbervillesThe Mayor of Casterbridge, and Jude the Obscure.  He also wrote novels that have in recent years spawned movies and TV series; Far From the Madding Crowd and The Return of the Native.

Here are three good Hardy quotes:

  1. Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
  2. It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
  3. A man’s silence is wonderful to listen to.

That’s my take on the challenge.  Thank you, Victoria, for taking me back to the semester I took a Hardy seminar.  I’ve enjoyed this trip down memory lane.

Oh, I almost forgot:  I have to challenge other Bloggers, too.  Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to post about your favorite 19th-century author.  Other than that, feel free to make your own rules, but please do challenge a few of your own friends.

I challenge:

T at TShawwriter because like me she’s a Lit major;
Soph at Sophiaismaawrites because she made me think yesterday; and
Martha at I’m a Writer, Yes, I Am! because she’s convalescing and may benefit from the distraction.

I hope y’all have a lovely rest of the day and a wonderful weekend.  Don’t forget to drop me a line.

Take care, be well, and happy blogging!

via Daily Prompt: Forest

17 thoughts on “A Poem, A Challenge

  1. Love this => rule: one has what she wants, another
    wants what she has, the third covets both :)) and the poem is really make one think :))

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  2. The first few lines, chilling how, hubris wanted to deny, my reflection in the water. I want control over everything in my life, especially when I choose to die. Granted, if I allow myself too. Every line subsequently after, compounded the effect.

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    1. I’ll take your word for it. I have no doubt children can and do create language. I think Hardy was making more of a comment on the unfairness of a male-dominated society, specifically the literary world in which women were forced to publish under a male pseudonym, than he was about actual language creation.

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  3. Oo, love this. Although the language was difficult for me to understand, I more or less understood and sympathised with Tess. It’s a brilliant example of class divisions, the book is terrifying in that aspect.
    The challenge is going to be hard: I have four different authors from that century I absolutely admire, so I will have to think on who will be my final choice tonight!

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