increases, and by the end of the poem we have moved closer towards the couple and their plight. We no longer smile. There is no doubt of the timeless human dignity of the street-sellers, who trudge patiently through the rain as if, perhaps, like the "man harrowing clods" ("In Time of The Breaking of Nations") they had been doing this for ever, and would never stop.[by Thomas Hardy]
No Buyers
A Street Scene
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: theblogbooks: Poem of the week
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