The poem opens with, Hardy metaphorically referring to death as “the Present”; although he cannot predict when he will die, he professes that whenever it is, the time for him will be the present, not past or future. He also personifies the “Present”, giving it the ability to lock the door on life as he declares that it will have "latched its postern behind my tremulous stay”; or irreversibly closes the back door behind him, metaphorically closing the door on his life. Hardy goes on to further speculate whether he will die in the spring when “the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings.” Hardy personifies the month of May to explore the spring time; this allows him to be more creative and imaginative in his descriptions of nature. He also uses alliteration here, in him using this poetic device it gives nature a gentle quality as he alliterates soft sounds. The poet then goes on to describe these leaves as “delicate-filmed as new-spun silk” -again referring back to this delicate and gentleness of nature. Hardy then ends this stanza with wondering what people may say when he is gone; in this case he uses a neighbour however, he uses this
The poem opens with, Hardy metaphorically referring to death as “the Present”; although he cannot predict when he will die, he professes that whenever it is, the time for him will be the present, not past or future. He also personifies the “Present”, giving it the ability to lock the door on life as he declares that it will have "latched its postern behind my tremulous stay”; or irreversibly closes the back door behind him, metaphorically closing the door on his life. Hardy goes on to further speculate whether he will die in the spring when “the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings.” Hardy personifies the month of May to explore the spring time; this allows him to be more creative and imaginative in his descriptions of nature. He also uses alliteration here, in him using this poetic device it gives nature a gentle quality as he alliterates soft sounds. The poet then goes on to describe these leaves as “delicate-filmed as new-spun silk” -again referring back to this delicate and gentleness of nature. Hardy then ends this stanza with wondering what people may say when he is gone; in this case he uses a neighbour however, he uses this