I too very much liked Mezey's sonnet "Hardy," but the poem's thread, along with a question I raised, seems to have vanished, so I'll try again.
The sestet of the sonnet reads:
From this it follows, all the ironies
Life plays on one whose fate it is to follow
The way of things, the suffering one sees,
The many cups of bitterness he must swallow
Before he is permitted to be gone
Where he was headed in that early dawn.
Why "From this it follows," rather than: "From this they follow, all the ironies..., the suffering..., the many cups..."?
Jan
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