Friday, June 21, 2024

Orange Moon Addendum. Thursday, June 20, 2024

My favorite poem, which we send out every several years.  Hasn't been as long this time, but I thought the poem beautifully illustrates what we wrote about this morning regarding Mr. James, "The Songbird."

"The Darkling Thrush"

Thomas Hardy

(December 31, 1900)

I leant upon a coppice gate

when Frost was specter-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 cloudy canopy,

the wind his death-lament.

The ancient pulse of germ and birth

was shrunken hard and dry,

and every spirit upon earth

seemed fervorless as I.

At once, a voice arose among

the bleak twigs overhead,

in a full-hearted evensong

of joy illimited.

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,

in blast-beruffled plume,

had chosen thus to fling his soul

upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings

of such ecstatic sound,

was written on terrestrial things

afar or nigh around,

That I could think there trembled through

his happy good-night air

some blessed Hope, whereof he knew,

and I was unaware.

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