I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.
The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance-that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die.
Heredity
Thomas Hardy
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andrew jarvis: A beautifully humanist poem, which shows Hardy's view that although our conscious self may perish, we live on through procreation. Such brevity, but he makes his point through poetry, so it is all the more striking.
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