MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN: THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

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The following poem by Thomas Hardy is a combination of objectivity and subjectivity.  The first two stanzas are descriptive;  they set the writer to thinking.  The second two express the writer’s consequent thoughts.

The setting is a passenger compartment on an old steam train chugging through the south of Britain in the early 20th century.  It is the Great Western line, which ran from London across the south of England and all the way into Wales.

Our poet — Thomas Hardy — is on the train as it passes through the darkness, and he is awake at midnight, looking at and pondering a boy travelling alone, his form revealed by the dim light of the oil lamp suspended from the roof of the carriage.  The boy and the writer are travelling — as did most people — in the cheaper third-class seats rather than in first class.

We will take the poem stanza by stanza:

In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy, 
And the roof-lamp’s oily flame 
Played down on his listless form and face, 
Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going, 
Or whence he came. 

One has the feeling, from the description, that the poet is seated opposite the boy, who is sitting there listlessly and sleepily — seemingly without energy or interest in anything around him.  His body is relaxed and slumped, his face blank.  We see this by the dim, dingy light of the oil flame burning in the roof lamp, the light that feebly illumines the compartment.

The boy is so absorbed in his sleepy abstraction that Hardy says he is “bewrapt past knowing” — wrapped up in his weariness and lack of thought to the extent that he is not thinking about where he is coming from or to what he is going; he has no concern for past or future.

 In the band of his hat the journeying boy 
Had a ticket stuck; and a string 
Around his neck bore the key of his box, 
That twinkled gleams of the lamp’s sad beams 
Like a living thing. 

The boy is wearing a hat, and the hat has a band about the lower part of the crown, and in that band his ticket is stuck for convenience, so that anyone checking may see it immediately.  And around the boy’s neck is hung a string, and from that string a metal key is suspended.  It is the key that opens the boy’s travelling-box, his “luggage” as we would say.  The key “twinkled gleams of the lamp’s sad beams,” meaning it reflected flashes of light from the roof lamp as it jostled while the carriage kept up its gentle shaking.  This flashing reflection of the lamp makes the key seem almost like a living, moving thing.

At this point Hardy begins to muse on what he is seeing.  He addresses the boy, though of course only in his mind:

What past can be yours, O journeying boy 
Towards a world unknown, 
Who calmly, as if incurious quite 
On all at stake, can undertake 
This plunge alone? 

Hardy wonders what the boy’s past must have been like to make him seem so uninterested, so lacking in curiosity about what future might await him, so without interest on “all at stake” meaning his whole life ahead.  What could have given the boy such calmness as he undertakes “this plunge alone” — this journey into the unknown, travelling with no one watching over him?

 Knows your soul a sphere, O journeying boy, 
Our rude realms far above, 
Whence with spacious vision you mark and mete 
This region of sin that you find you in, 
But are not of?

Hardy asks if perhaps the soul of the boy — his inner being — is not really in or from “some sphere,” some realm far beyond our earthly, rude, everyday realm, from which the boy with wider sight than ours  looks down and measures (“metes”) — evaluates — what goes on in our rude material realm, “this region of sin” that the boy finds himself in, “but is not of.”  The boy to Hardy seems quite innocent, as though he had some supernatural knowledge of things that has made him quite unconcerned with matters on our worldly plane of existence.  How else could the boy be travelling alone, plunging through the night from past to future, and yet be so unconcerned about everything in this world so filled with troubles?

It is, of course, just a poet’s musing, but Hardy shows us, through his thoughts, what a dark place he considers this world to be, and he thinks this calm, innocent boy must surely see things from a higher realm than we are able, given that he seems to pass through the darkness of our earthly realm so unconcernedly.

We can take this midnight journey, if we wish, as a metaphor for life.  We come from the unknown and pass to the unknown.  Gauguin wrote on one of his famous Tahitian paintings, “D’où Venons Nous… Que Sommes Nous…Où Allons Nous?” — “From where do we come?  What are we?  Where are we going?”  It is the universal, human, unanswered question.  And it is certainly the question in Hardy’s mind as he watches the languid boy sitting half-asleep across from him, the light flickering from the metal key suspended about his neck as the softly jerking train carriage passes on through the midnight darkness.

David

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