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“The Darkling Thrush” by the English author and poet Thomas Hardy is one of those poems to which I return again and again. It is a truly beautiful piece of writing, one of those poems which hits you deep in the guts.

The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
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 fervourless 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


Feeling detached, all this will pass. Objects move past, nothing will last. We think we will last but all things must pass.
I don’t know what is real, nor what I feel. The emptiness deep in my breast I can not express. Does anything truly matter, beyond this surface noise and clatter? My melancholy too will pass, nothing can last.