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Thought and Silence

The “Pensive Mutes” of Hardy’s Verse
Pensée et silence : les « penseurs muets » de la poésie de Hardy
Laurence Estanove


In Hardy’s poetry, silence comes first and foremost as an obvious mark of absence, of the emptiness left by the loved ones, once departed. As Poems of 1912-13, the series of poems to his late wife Emma, shows, the poet’s painful sense of isolation from the dead is thus signalled by his inability to communicate with them. Poetry thus breaks the silence of the dead by letting the mute ghosts speak, and beyond that, by giving the speechless and the inanimate — “pensive mutes” — a voice, from insects and animals to trivial objects, incongruous personae of various poems. In reality, the poet and writer also presents himself as a pensive mute, deprived of voice but not of thought, “struck speechless” by the survival of dogmas but still retaining his personal reflexion. The equation between thought and silence or tension between judgment and voice thus appears in several poems which bear the trace of a strong personal commitment on Hardy’s part, both as poet and as man — poems of agnosticism such as God’s Funeral”, ‟The Impercipient” and “A Sign-Seeker”. The silence imposed on Hardy’s agnostic views points again at the poet’s isolation, cast off as he is by his loss of faith. Central to the ambiguity of thought and silence in Hardy’s verse is the use of irony and pretence, as one of Hardy’s last poems makes it clear: He Resolves to Say No More”.

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  • 1 I have previously published three articles on very similar subjects, see bibliography.

1In Hardy’s poetry, silence comes first and foremost as an obvious mark of absence, of the emptiness left by the loved ones, once departed. As the series to his late wife Emma (Poems of 1912-13) shows, the poet’s painful sense of isolation from the dead is thus signalled by his inability to communicate with them, in spite of their literal haunting presence. Hardy’s poetry thus breaks the silence of the dead by letting the mute ghosts speak, what, in a previous article, I have seen as resurrection in the form of a literal evocation — an ex-vocation. Silence, in Hardy’s poetry, has therefore an important vocal dimension — but also a structural one, in its relation to rhythm and to punctuation, both participating fully in the constitution and coherence of poetic form itself1.

2Poetical voice and poetical form are indeed my concern here, but rather from the perspective of subjective expression than of orality, though the two cannot be considered separately. Examining the connection between silence and thought thus requires the study of Hardy’s own voice in his verse, as poet and as man. Silence leaves space (or time) for reflection: my aim is to demonstrate how, in Hardy’s poetical expression, thought precedes and triggers silence, while conversely, silence is proof to the thinking process of an active mind.

  • 2 Notebook entry from 30 May 1876 (Hardy 1989, 117).
  • 3 I’m thinking for example of the speaking animals and insects of pieces such as ‟The Caged Thrush Fr (...)
  • 4 Such are the incongruous personae of ‟The Sundial on a Wet Day” (Human Shows, 1925; Hardy 2001, 808 (...)

3The starting point of this study is a short sentence from Hardy’s notebooks: “I sometimes look upon all things in inanimate Nature as pensive mutes”, the author wrote as early in his career as 18762. We know that Hardy did indeed consider all things in animate and inanimate nature as endowed with an ability to think and feel. This perception is probably what accounts for the power of landscapes and natural backgrounds in his fiction — recipients of pathetic fallacy because of their ability to feel, and precisely to feel for the fated Hardyan heroes. Hardy’s poetry gives a voice to the speechless among the animate3 as well as to the purely inanimate, trivial objects thus offered a voice, again, because of their ability to think4. Yet this connection between thought and silence has wider implications than what these sometimes frivolous pieces present: on several occasions, the poet and writer actually presents himself as a pensive mute, also deprived of voice but not of thought.

4Naturally, it might seem inappropriate to say that Hardy, who wrote fourteen or even fifteen novels, more than forty short stories, and almost a thousand poems, had no voice or did not express himself. But not, I would argue, if we look at Hardy’s expression of his opinion, at the degree of commitment in his writing, or at the presence of strong unmitigated personal assertions. From that viewpoint, one finds that Hardy’s voice is usually elusive. Hardy was extremely sensitive to any criticism of his work; some of his personal notes seem to imply that unfair attacks, misunderstandings, and a more general prudery of the Victorian era made it impossible for him to speak out. This is at least what one can read in the famous note from November 1896 stating that “[i]f Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the Inquisition might have let him alone” (Hardy 1989, 302) — probably one of the reasons that led him to turn — or return — to poetry at the turn of the twentieth century.

5It is precisely in poems which bear the trace of a strong personal commitment on Hardy’s part, both as poet and as man, that the equation between thought and silence or the tension between judgment and voice is most significant. ‟Mute Opinion”, published in 1901 in Poems of the Past and the Present (Hardy 2001, 127), makes such an equation clear from its very title, confirms it in the bulk of the poem, and even more obviously so in the parallel concluding lines:

         Mute Opinion

I traversed a dominion
Whose spokesmen spake out strong
Their purpose and opinion
Through pulpit, press, and song.
I scarce had means to note there
A large-eyed few, and dumb,
Who thought not as those thought there
That stirred the heat and hum.

When, grown a Shade, beholding
That land in lifetime trode,
To learn if its unfolding
Fulfilled its clamoured code,
I saw, in web unbroken,
Its history outwrought
Not as the loud had spoken,
But as the mute had thought.

6The redundancy of loud speech, of publicly professed common opinion (“spokesmen”) comes to disturb the quietness and discreetness of the few who hold the truth.

7In later poems also, one finds other illustrations of that equation between silence and thought, most particularly — and interestingly — in relation to Hardy’s religious beliefs, or unbeliefs — in poems of loss of faith or agnosticism. In Hardy’s poetry, the silence of loss is mostly perceptible through the evocation of Emma’s absence, as I’ve previously mentioned. But it is also manifest in the poet’s presentation of his agnosticism, and equally in relation to silence. The disappearance of God from Hardy’s perspective is indeed almost as harrowing as Emma’s absence. Just as the poet notes the emptiness of the places where his wife used to be, so does he focus on the material proofs of God’s existence or non-existence: “Jan. 29 [1890]. I have been looking for God 50 years, and I think that if he had existed I should have discovered him. As an external personality, of course — the only true meaning of the word” (Hardy 1989, 234). The loss of faith in Hardy is therefore not mere negation or rejection of belief. It is not atheism, but a truly painful agnosticism in its literal sense — the inability to conceive of any given data that is not empirical. That is why when Hardy evokes his agnosticism in his verse, he does so by presenting it as a quest, a fruitless semiotic quest, as clearly stated in ‟A Sign-Seeker” (Wessex Poems, 1898; Hardy 2001, 49-50):

                    A Sign-Seeker

I mark the months in liveries dank and dry,
   The day-tides many-shaped and hued;
   I see the nightfall shades subtrude,
And hear the monotonous hours clang negligently by.

I view the evening bonfires of the sun
   On hills where morning rains have hissed;
   The eyeless countenance of the mist
Pallidly rising when the summer droughts are done.

I have seen the lightning-blade, the leaping star,
   The caldrons of the sea in storm,
   Have felt the earthquake’s lifting arm,
And trodden where abysmal fires and snow-cones are.

I learn to prophesy the hid eclipse,
   The coming of eccentric orbs;
   To mete the dust the sky absorbs,
To weigh the sun, and fix the hour each planet dips.

I witness fellow earth-men surge and strive;
   Assemblies meet, and throb, and part;
   Death’s soothing finger, sorrow’s smart;
— All the vast various moils that mean a world alive.

8Despite his eager quest and careful observation, the following stanzas offer nothing but the bitter admission of that quest’s failure:

But that I fain would wot of shuns my sense -
   Those sights of which old prophets tell,
   Those signs the general word so well
As vouchsafed their unheed, denied my long suspense.

In graveyard green, where his pale dust lies pent
   To glimpse a phantom parent, friend,
   Wearing his smile, and “Not the end!” 
Outbreathing softly: that were blest enlightenment;

Or, if a dead Love’s lips, whom dreams reveal
   When midnight imps of King Decay
   Delve sly to solve me back to clay,
Should leave some print to prove her spirit-kisses real;

Or, when Earth’s Frail lie bleeding of her Strong,
   If some Recorder, as in Writ,
   Near to the weary scene should flit
And drop one plume as pledge that Heaven inscrolls the wrong.

— There are who, rapt to heights of trancelike trust,
   These tokens claim to feel and see,
   Read radiant hints of times to be —
Of heart to heart returning after dust to dust.

9The end of the poem makes it clear that this sign-seeking is also a quest for voices, a calling of voices which remains unanswered:

Such scope is granted not to lives like mine . . .
   I have lain in dead men’s beds, have walked
  The tombs of those with whom I’d talked,
Called many a gone and goodly one to shape a sign,

And panted for response. But none replies;
  No warnings loom, nor whisperings
  To open out my limitings,
And Nescience mutely muses: When a man falls he lies.

10Waiting for an answer leaves the poet gasping, in utter silence, in a state of anxious suspense (“panted for response”) made literal by the run-on line from one stanza to the next, and abruptly ended by the sharp caesura which follows. There is silence here, also, in the ellipsis following the poet’s admission of his limited scope. And there is, again, the mute opinion explicitly associated with agnosticism, in the equation between thought and silence of the alliterative “mutely muses”. Indeed, it is precisely in the experience of the religious service, as he recorded it also in his notebooks, that Hardy seemed to perceive with the bitterest sense of dejection the absurdity of faith in a world deprived of signs. This is obvious in a note from January 1907:

We enter church, and we have to say; ‘We have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep’, when what we want to say is, ‘Why are we made to err and stray like lost sheep?’ Then we have to sing, ‘My soul doth magnify the Lord’, when what we want to sing is, ‘O that my soul could find some Lord that it could magnify! Till it can, let us magnify good works, and develop all means of easing mortals’ progress through a world not worthy of them.’
Still, being present, we say the established words full of the historic sentiment only, mentally adding, ‘How happy our ancestors were in repeating in all sincerity these articles of faith!’ But we perceive that none of the congregation recognizes that we repeat the words from an antiquarian interest in them, and in a historic sense, and solely in order to keep a church of some sort afoot — a thing indispensable; so that we are pretending what is not true; that we are believers. This must not be; we must leave. And if we do, we reluctantly go to the door, and creep out as it creaks complainingly behind us. (Hardy 1989, 358)

11We understand at the end of the note that “we” is actually the “I” of the writer, as opposed to the rest of the congregation; and therefore the parallel structures of the beginning of the note truly show how the writer is torn between the necessity of ritual speech or singing, and the muted opinion or thought he is left with.

12In Wessex Poems, ‟A Sign-Seeker” was hinting at the poet’s agnosticism. “The Impercipient”, another poem from the same collection (Hardy 2001, 67-68), makes the reference even more explicit, by precisely describing the agnostic’s experience of a religious ceremony in a tone very similar to that of the previous note.

               The Impercipient

           (At a Cathedral Service)

That with this bright believing band
       I have no claim to be,
That faiths by which my comrades stand
       Seem fantasies to me,
And mirage-mists their Shining Land,
       Is a strange destiny.

Why thus my soul should be consigned
       To infelicity,
Why always I must feel as blind
       To sights my brethren see,
Why joys they’ve found I cannot find,
       Abides a mystery.

Since heart of mine knows not that ease
       Which they know; since it be
That He who breathes All’s Well to these
       Breathes no All’s-Well to me,
My lack might move their sympathies
       And Christian charity!

I am like a gazer who should mark
       An inland company
Standing upfingered, with, ‘Hark! Hark!
       The glorious distant sea!’
And feel, ‘Alas, ’tis but yon dark
       And wind-swept pine to me!’

Yet I would bear my shortcomings
       With meet tranquillity,
But for the charge that blessed things
       I’d liefer not have be.
O, doth a bird deprived of wings
       Go earth-bound wilfully!
                     .  .  .
Enough. As yet disquiet clings
       About us. Rest shall we.

13The explicit subtitle defines the specific context of the piece, a frame that the illustration of the poem (Hardy’s own illustration for the first edition of Wessex Poems) also sets up more palpably.

‟The Impercipient” (Illustrations 153)

14Hardy took inspiration for that drawing from the interior of Salisbury Cathedral of which he was a frequent visitor. The anonymous docile crowd seems to be lost in the array of vertical lines. The viewpoint is therefore Hardy’s own rather than the congregation’s, and thus clearly that of an outsider observer, “a gazer who should mark an inland company”. The original title for the poem, ‟The Agnostic”, was even clearer as to the argument presented; the change to ‟Impercipient” shifts attention from loss of faith to perceptive impairment, something I shall come back to. Bailey explains how genuinely autobiographical that poem was: “[Hardy’s] wish to believe, his sense of isolation from the ‛bright believing band’, was not strong enough to make him will to believe in spite of the evidence as he saw it. The poem expresses his distress that both the critics who attacked him for unbelief, and his friends, whom his agnosticism hurt, did not fully see that he could not accept their faith” (Bailey 103).

15The constant shift from I to they points to the poet’s isolation as the argumentative core. As in the note from 1907, the congregation’s loudly expressed belief, which the poem opens with, collides with the poet’s forced silence (‟Enough”), significantly added as a snapping coda. Hardy ends his poem abruptly, just as his agnostic views need to be silenced in the face of surrounding criticism (“disquiet clings / About us”).

16A similar tension between silent thought and clamorous speech appears again in a later poem, one of Hardy’s numerous “philosophical” pieces which dramatize God’s indifference, Nature’s cruelty, or the loss of faith. The poem ‟God’s Funeral” (Satires of Circumstance, 1914; Hardy 2001, 326-329) thus sets up an ironical dramatization of the Nietzschean idea of the death of God. The poem opens with the speaker meeting a crowd of grieving people whom he starts to follow. Significantly, he remains silent while the rest voice out their grief at the loss of God, as stanza V specifically shows:

      Almost before I knew I bent
Towards the moving columns
without a word;
They, growing in bulk and numbers as they went,
Struck out
sick thoughts that could be overheard

17Further down in the poem, in stanza XIV which recalls the ‟Impercipient”’s coda, the agnostic speaker is forced to silence (“struck speechless”) both by a deep feeling of sympathy for the mourners, and by the sense of his exclusion from the group:

      I could not buoy their faith: and yet
Many I had known: with all I sympathized;
And though struck speechless, I did not forget
That what was mourned for, I, too, long had prized.

18“I” is here again clearly cast off from the rest, from the crowd: it is in fact, almost paradoxically, the very juxtaposition of the first-person pronoun with the collective nouns “many” and “all”, which points at the speaker’s exclusion from that group.

19Quite often in Hardy’s verse, it is the most personal and intense writing which conveys this sense of exclusion of the poet, as for instance in the poem ‟In Tenebris”. Written around 1895 and published in 1901 in Poems of the Past and the Present (Hardy 2001, 167-169), this threefold piece offers an agonizing evocation of the poet’s depression of the 1890s, and is probably one of the darkest Hardy wrote. The second part is the most eloquent as to the isolation the poet feels:

                              In Tenebris II

When the clouds’ swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so clear,
The blot seems straightway in me alone; one better he were not here.

The stout upstanders say, All’s well with us: ruers have nought to rue!
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be somewhat true?
Breezily go they, breezily come; their dust smokes around their career,
Till I think I am one born out of due time, who has no calling here.

Their dawns bring lusty joys, it seems; their evenings all that is sweet;
Our times are blessed times, they cry: Life shapes it as is most meet,
And nothing is much the matter; there are many smiles to a tear;
Then what is the matter is I, I say. Why should such an one be here? . . .

Let him in whose ears the low-voiced Best is killed by the clash of the First,
Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at the Worst,
Who feels that delight is a delicate growth cramped by crookedness, custom and fear,
Get him up and be gone as one shaped awry; he disturbs the order here.
(emphases added)

20Again, what opposes the poet to the ‟many and strong” seems to be, among other things, a matter of voice — their claims, their cries and loudness. Common opinion thus expresses itself via noise and excess, and indeed, in the poems mentioned previously, figures of excess are also used to evoke the boisterousness of the “many and strong”. In ‟A Sign-Seeker”, believers are “rapt to heights of trancelike trust”, a hyperbole made even more eloquent by the alliterations in /t/ that seem to mechanize speech. In ‟Mute Opinion”, similarly, initial alliteration combines with the redundancy of a polyptoton to convey the inane loudness of speech (“a dominion / Whose spokesmen spake out strong”).

21The failure of the agnostic’s semiotic quest is, as I have previously explained, revealed by the poet’s inability to perceive what the others see as signs of God’s existence. This impairment is precisely what gives ‟The Impercipient” its title, and it is also often presented as an actual blindness: “Why always I must feel as blind / To sights my brethren see”, ‟A Sign-Seeker” thus concludes. In ‟In Tenebris”, the weakness is more precisely presented as a “blot”, thus signalling the truly palpable physical quality of the poet’s anxiety at not perceiving what all the others see.

22And yet, this stance might actually be but mere pretence and irony from the poet’s part — which is hardly surprising in the case of Hardy. There’s an ironical reversal of viewpoint because the mute and blind agnostic is also presented in several poems as a visionary. ‟Mute Opinion” already hinted at the visionary powers of the pensive mutes, a “large-eyed few” able to predict the unfolding of history. Eventually, in one of his last poems, the aptly named ‟He Resolves to Say No More” (Winter Words, 1928; Hardy 2001, 929-930), Hardy uses pretence again — even bordering on paralipsis — to openly assert his belief in the visionary powers of the mute, and more precisely in his own clear-sightedness:

      He Resolves to Say No More

O my soul, keep the rest unknown!
It is too like a sound of moan
           When the charnel-eyed
           Pale Horse has nighed:
Yea, none shall gather what I hide!

Why load men’s minds with more to bear
That bear already ails to spare?
           From now alway
           Till my last day
What I discern I will not say.

Let Time roll backward if it will;
(Magians who drive the midnight quill
           With brain aglow
           Can see it so,)
What I have learnt no man shall know.

And if my vision range beyond
The blinkered sight of souls in bond,
           — By truth made free —
           I’ll let all be,
And show to no man what I see.

23Though published more than twenty years later, this poem offers a direct echo to ‟Mute Opinion”: in both, silent thought is considered as the surest evidence of and safeguard for truth. But here, also, Hardy seems to be playing with silence: ‟He Resolves to Say No More” takes on a metatextual dimension because Hardy uses silence as the very argument of the poem, and as the leitmotiv which holds the piece together. What the poet keeps unsaid is paradoxically both absent from the poem and, at the end of each stanza, systematically outlined. The unsaid — silence — haunts the poem, and yet the poem is greatly eloquent. What the poet refuses to describe, the “what” which corrupts the syntax of every stanza as it haunts the poet’s mind, does reveal its nightmarish nature. In the first stanza’s evocation of the “Pale Horse”, one is indeed tempted to read a reference to the incarnation of death in the Apocalypse that Turner made his own in Death on a Pale Horse (1835-1830), or even, in the eerie horror of the compound “charnel-eyed”, to the bulging eyes of Fuseli’s famous Nightmare (1781). Such horror is probably better kept unsaid.


24If silence was, for the young agnostic of “A Sign-Seeker” and The Impercipient”, the surest means for protection against criticism, it is no longer so for the experienced disillusioned poet ofHe Resolves to Say No More”. Silence is thus finally not imposed on the poet’s view, but entirely endorsed. Instead of being “struck speechless” by his own unconventional opinion, the poet finally seems to embrace muteness as his mode of expression.

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1 I have previously published three articles on very similar subjects, see bibliography.

2 Notebook entry from 30 May 1876 (Hardy 1989, 117).

3 I’m thinking for example of the speaking animals and insects of pieces such as ‟The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again” (Poems of the Past and the Present, 1901; Hardy 2001, 147) orThe Lizard” (uncollected, published separately in 1915; Hardy 2001, 952).

4 Such are the incongruous personae of ‟The Sundial on a Wet Day” (Human Shows, 1925; Hardy 2001, 808-809) or ‟The Letter’s Triumph” (Winter Words, 1928; Hardy 2001, 898-899).

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Université Paris-Descartes / Université de Toulouse – CAS
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