On the Signing of the Armistice, 11 Nov. 1918
By Thomas Hardy
There had been years of Passion—scorching, cold,
And much Despair, and Anger heaving high,
Care whitely watching, Sorrows manifold,
Among the young, among the weak and old,
And the pensive Spirit of Pity whispered, “Why?”
Start of Hardy’s poem for the armistice.
At the end of the most terrible conflict in the history of the world people were asking what it was all about and why it happened . The despair anger and loss that permeated the national psyche was perfectly captured in Hardy’s poem.