Day-Lewis’s lover, Rosamond Lehmann, later remembered him writing this poem very rapidly in September 1944 and ‘tossing’ it over the table to her ‘with a flick of the wrist and a mock-modest smile’.
It was published in 'Poems 1943-1947' in 1948 and the third stanza features on his gravestone in Stinsford churchyard in Dorset where he is buried close to Thomas Hardy, who he greatly admired.
IS IT FAR TO GO?
Is it far to go?
A step - no further.
Is it hard to go?
Ask the melting snow,
The eddying feather.
What can I take there?
Not a hank, not a hair.
What shall I leave behind?
Ask the hastening wind,
The fainting star.
Shall I be gone long?
For ever and a day.
To whom there belong?
Ask the stone to say,
Ask my song.
Who will say farewell?
The beating bell.
Will anyone miss me?
That I dare not tell -
Quick, Rose, and kiss me.
C. Day-Lewis

jollyweez

The great mystery. Simple and beautiful.