Reflections on a Wandering Life.....
Monday, December 31, 2012
The end of another year. They come and go pretty quickly now. I guess that's because the older you get, the smaller a percentage your whole life one year is. Swiftly go the seasons, swiftly go the years. So what does the next year hold. The winter sunrise gives hope that a bright new year is on the horizon. It brings to mind the words of Thomas Hardy in his classic winter poem, published in 1900, but actually written in 1899, at the end of the 19th Century:
The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
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.