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- ‘Hap’ is one of Hardy’s earliest poem, written in 1866. It was a topic he was still exploring sixty years later in ‘He Never Expected Much’. Hap means chance, and Hardy is searching for an explanation of the chances that bring humans such suffering in life.
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Thomas Hardy's "Hap" laments the fact that life is governed by chance ("happenstance"). The poem's downtrodden speaker argues that even a cruel god would, in a way, be preferable to random bad luck. Hardy wrote "Hap" in 1866 and later included it in his debut poetry collection, Wessex Poems and Other Verses, in 1898.
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Sep 2, 2016 · Its theme is one that would return again and again in both Hardy’s poetry and in his fiction: the seeming randomness of the world, and the ways in which our fortunes (and our misfortunes) are a result of blind chance rather than some greater plan. Here is ‘Hap’, anyway, and a few words of analysis. Hap
Hardy refers directly to God four times, citing him first as “Powerfuller than I,” a means of recognizing his own hopelessness and helplessness in the face of whatever...
Analysis. Questions & Answers. Themes and Meanings. PDF Cite Share. Hardy’s impetus in writing the poem, surely, was to explore and explain the reasons for his own suffering. The poet...
“Hap” means chance, luck, fortune, fate, brought into English from Old Norse and Germanic.
Dec 27, 2022 · Written in 1866, this short poem is an attempt to come to terms with Darwinism. “Hap” is a poem by Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) that he wrote in 1866, while working as a trainee...
May 13, 2011 · Life. Melancholy. Nature. IF but some vengeful god would call to me A. From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, B. Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, A. That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting !" Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die, C. Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited; C.
