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1 Thomas Hardy - The Oxen PDF
1 Thomas Hardy - The Oxen PDF
Hardy recalls how at midnight on Christmas Eve, as the anniversary of the birth of Christ
arrives, he sat with other people by the fire, and they pictured the oxen kneeling down in their
‘strawy pen’, paying homage to the birth of Christ. There is obviously a link with the nativity
scene here, where oxen and other animals knelt in the barn where Christ was born, according
to legend. Back then, Hardy says, neither he nor any of the other men present (in an inn, perhaps,
to see in Christmas Day with a few ales?) thought to doubt the idea that oxen knelt in homage
to Christ.
But then, in the third stanza, using fricative alliteration to underscore the sliding away
of certainty (‘So fair a fancy few would weave’), Hardy reflects that, nowadays, most
people wouldn’t believe in such a thing: this magical sense of the oxen somehow knowing that
it is Christmas, and kneeling accordingly in reverence to Jesus, has been lost. Yet, Hardy goes
on to say, if one Christmas Eve he was invited to see the oxen kneeling, he would happily go
to see them, hoping that such a thing might indeed happen.
‘The Oxen’ reflects a yearning for childhood beliefs which the adult speaker can no
longer hold. The poem highlights the yearn to believe, even – or perhaps especially – when we
know that we cannot bring ourselves to entertain such beliefs. The specific example of the oxen
kneeling might be understood in the broader context of a belief in a deity: Thomas Hardy had
lost his religious faith early in life, but remained ‘churchy’ (to use his own word), with a
profound affection for the liturgy of the Anglican Church.
The context of the poem is also significant. It was written and published in 1915, during
the First World War. The war stripped away many illusions, and people who might have been
clinging to a residual belief in old customs and traditions often found themselves becoming
disillusioned very quickly. The hopeful note sounded by Hardy’s final line is perhaps at odds
with the pessimistic tone of much of his poetry, but makes sense in the context of his fondness
for magical and supernatural beliefs as part of rustic cultural traditions.