greykit.poetry — #hope

• 1902 [thomas-hardy] The Darkling Thrush
  Poems of the Past and the Present

  On the last evening of the century, Hardy leans on a gate in a desolate frost-gray landscape when a frail old thrush flings out a full-hearted evensong — suggesting some blessed hope the poet cannot share.

  #lyric#nature#hope#winter#century#1900s
• 1891 [emily-dickinson] Hope" is the thing with feathers—
  Poems: Second Series

  Hope — the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, sings without words, and never stops — sweetest in the gale, asking never a crumb of me.

  #lyric#hope#nature#1890s