"The Darkling Thrush" by Thomas Hardy


I decided to post this poem because it was either the first or the longest (one of those, LOL - definitely the longest, maybe also the first?) poem that I ever memorized. I still have it memorized, actually. Back when I was younger and determined to become an ornithologist (bird scientist), my mom showed this poem to me and I absolutely loved it. I had just begun to write my own poetry, so such a beautiful poem about a bird and the deeper connection really struck me. Anyway, I hope that anyone reading this poem loves it as much as I do. 

Image Credit: "The Bedside Book of Birds" by Graeme Gibson

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"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow 
or reap or store away in barns, and yet your 
heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much 
more valuable than they?"
Matthew 6:26

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