Publication Date: April 13, 2016

Chapter: The Twentieth Century

This poem is actually about how, if the author knew there was some gleeful diety destroying his life, he'd be able to deal with it. However, he knows that God is an illusion. As such, his pitiful life is subject to his own horrible whims and thus everything is miserable and utterly devoid of meaning. Because Thomas Hardy.

Author: Thomas Hardy • Year: 1898 • Info: Poetry Foundation

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