Poetry Mondays – The Reminder by Thomas Hardy.

The Reminder.   While I watch the Christmas blazePaint the room with ruddy rays,Something makes my vision glideTo the frosty scene outside. There, to reach a rotting berry,Toils a thrush, — constrained to veryDregs of food by sharp distress,Taking such with thankfulness. Why, O starving bird, when IOne day's joy would justify,And put misery out [...]

Hello December!

Hello everyone. I hope you are all ok. Well! We have made it to the final month of 2020! And what a year it has been? If I had a pound for every time  I heard that phrase, I wouldn't have to worry about student finance, I'll tell you that for free! Now it is [...]

Poetry Mondays – The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy.

The Darkling Thrush   I leant upon a coppice gate,When Frost was spectre-gray,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires.   The land’s sharp features seemed to meThe Century’s corpse outleant,Its crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind [...]