Happy 18th day of National Poetry Month!
Today’s featured poem, by Thomas Hardy, has been a favorite of mine since my college days. Although I also read his other works, I much prefer Mr. Hardy’s poetry over his fiction novels.
His poem, The Darkling Thrush, is gloomy without a doubt. But within that gloom, there is hope. There is light. There is joy. Even when you think it impossible to or when there is no reason for it to exist. There is hope. There is light. There is joy to be found within the growing gloom.