Thomas Hardy wrote best about women,
Their passion, sentiments and attitude.
He equally sucked out of women,
Their energy and warmth in his own life.
Emma, his first wife, turned an object of pity.
Florence, the second, a young fan of his,
Turned an object of humiliation.
He understands women he invented.
And undermined women he dealt with.
He has glorified all his heroines
And mortified both women he married.
Content with the treatment to his heroines,
He felt no need to be so to his wives.
A lamp does not illuminate its base.