An oldie but a goodie
Tim Woodcock writes: It’s an oldie but a goodie. Here is Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Darkling Thrush,” which was written to mark not just the end of the year but also the end of the century (the 1800s): it’s an accumulation of darkness, counteracted by a glimmer of hope at the end. I remember first being introduced to it in high school but I hadn’t seen enough of life to really appreciate it back then. The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be The Century's corpse outleant, His crypt the c...