Reflection On The Poem Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave

The poem “Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave” evokes a deep sense of sadness in me. There is a feeling of finality and inevitability in the poem, as if the speaker is resigned to their fate of being buried beneath the ground. The poem also implies a sense of longing, as if the speaker is wishing that someone would remember them even after their death. The imagery of digging on a grave reinforces the idea of being forgotten, while also bringing an eerie feeling of being watched from beyond the grave. The poem is a reminder that death is a part of life and that no matter how much we may wish to be remembered, eventually we will be forgotten.

Aristotle said that “Humans are sociable animals” or “Humans are sociable creatures”. From this perspective, all human beings believe that they cannot live apart. It is essential that all people have some form of relationship such as family, friends, or dearness. Reliance is the foundation of all relationships, and it’s something I strongly believe in. It is possible for reliance to form a strong bond, but it could also become a razor-edge. This means that some people are able to trust others, while others may not be able to trust them. Doubt can be likened to a worm. Once you feel it in the brain, you will always feel it.

Thomas Hardy’s poem, Ah, Are You Diving on My Grave, reveals that he is skeptical about many people. He mentions the difficulties he faces. He cannot trust people. He takes first his loved one. Then, he goes to his nearest relatives. He also goes to his enemies. In the end, he claims that he cannot trust anyone. Mr. Hardy also said that he trusts dogs more than humans. We are more likely to see that Mr. Hardy is a perfect example of loyalty. Thomas Hardy is not being unfair. He mentions that he makes people suspect him. He also says that he makes anyone doubtful about him. When he said “Mistress. He says “To burrow a bone”, which I believe he also means to mention that he had broken any confidence in forgetting something.

He says, “I’m sorry, but it wasn’t your resting place,” and Mr. Hardy acknowledges that he disquieted someone by breaking another person’s trust. We see clearly that he dug upon any grave.

Thomas Hardy, the British poet and author, was birthed in the first quarter of the 19th-century. His novels are set in Wessex which is an imaginary region of England. He started his career as a draftsperson. Then, due to factual reasons, he stopped attending university and resumed his priesthood. His stagy lifestyle is evident in his writings. I am moved by the drama of his poverty and experiences when I read Ah, Are You Dugging on my Grave’. It also reminds of Shakespeare’s saying: “Trust is like the soul. Once it is gone, it never returns.” I really hope that we will have this trust forever.