hello friends
as we all celebrate new year, we may feel sad about the passing away
of one more year of our life.
so here is a poem by thomas hardy, composed on 31 december 1900 at the
end of the century. giving a messege of hope and inspiring us to be
optimistic.
so on 31st december, I thought of sharing it with you all.
I hope you will all enjoy it.
The Darkling Thrush
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,
Andevery 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.
--
(M S Vaswani
Assistant Professor,
Department of English
Shivaji University, Kolhapur
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Office: 0231-2609189
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