The Wound
I climbed to the crest,
And, fog-festooned,
The sun lay west
Like a crimson wound:
Like that wound of mine
Of which none knew,
For I’d given no sign
That it pierced me through.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
This poem appeared in Selected Poems of Thomas Hardy (Macmillan, 1916).
Author
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy, whose books include Tess of the d’Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure, was one of the most influential novelists and poets of England’s Victorian era. He died on January 11, 1928.
Date Published
09/26/2018