Daily Archives: April 24, 2015

Kirk’s Fave – Darkling Thrush – Thomas Hardy

The Darkling Thrush

by Thomas Hardy, 1840 – 1928

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.

Teen Poetry — Poems by Lexi

Black

Black as the night sky
Black as a cold hearted person
Black as the feeling you get
when you have to face your fears
Black as the mascara tears rolling down your cheeks Black as sitting in the corner of your room waiting for the monsters in your head to go away.
Beauty
You might look beautiful from the out side but we all know beauty is hard to keep when you just try to be yourself

Human
People might think that that you’re different or weird.
But really we are all the same,
human.
No skin color
no clothing brand,
nothing
we are just the same,
human.

–Lexi, 7th grader, West Seattle