Heredity

Thomas Hardy

I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.

The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance--that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die.

Next 10 Poems

• Thomas Hardy : His Immortality
• Thomas Hardy : How Great My Grief ( Triolet )
• Thomas Hardy : I Have Lived With Shades
• Thomas Hardy : I Look Into My Glass
• Thomas Hardy : I Need Not Go
• Thomas Hardy : I Said To Love
• Thomas Hardy : In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
• Thomas Hardy : In A Museum
• Thomas Hardy : In A Wood
• Thomas Hardy : In A Wook

Previous 10 Poems

• Thomas Hardy : Her Reproach
• Thomas Hardy : Her Late Husband ( King's-hintock, 182-. )
• Thomas Hardy : Her Initals
• Thomas Hardy : Her Immortality
• Thomas Hardy : Her Dilemma
• Thomas Hardy : Her Death And After
• Thomas Hardy : Heiress And Architect
• Thomas Hardy : He Never Expected Much
• Thomas Hardy : Hap
• Thomas Hardy : God's Funeral