The Ballet

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

The Ballet

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They crush together—a rustling heap of flesh - Of more than flesh, a heap of souls; and then         They part, enmesh,     And crush together again, Like the pink petals of a too sanguine rose     Frightened shut just when it blows. Though all alike in their tinsel livery, And indistinguishable at a sweeping glance,         They muster, maybe,     As lives wide in irrelevance; A world of her own has each one underneath,     Detached as a sword from its sheath. Daughters, wives, mistresses; honest or false, sold, bought; Hearts of all sizes; gay, fond, gushing, or penned,         Various in thought         Of lover, rival, friend; Links in a one-pulsed chain, all showing one smile,     Yet severed so many a mile!

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  • Thomas Hardy