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Ah are you digging on my grave

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on 7 January 2013

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Transcript of Ah are you digging on my grave

Incremental Repetition "Ah, are you digging on my grave?" Thomas Hardy Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave? Irony "My loved one? ..planting rue? "Then who is digging on my grave?" "But someone digs upon my grave?" "Ah yess! You dig upon my grave..." "Mistress, I dug upon your grave." "No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin." "My enemy? -- prodding sly?" Poet and Novelist. 1840-1928. Wrote out of the love of doing it, not to make a living. Interesting
Easily interpreted (: Hardy's interest
in deaths unusual.
usually serious. Mirth Humor Once dead
Soon forgotten
Everyone
must move on
"Ah, are you digging on my grave
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No, yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"

"Then who is digging on my grave?
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no; they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.' "











"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave . . .
Why flashed it not on me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"


"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting-place." "But some one digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie." Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?
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