The Darkling Thrush Summary and Explanation by Thomas Hardy

About the poet: Thomas Hardy, the novelist, and poet was born at Upper Bokhampton in Dorset in the year 1840. This birthplace has been later referred to as Wessex in his novels. As the son of Thomas Hardy Sr., who was a builder and a master mason he was trained as an architect but he soon gave up that choice of career to seek his true calling as a writer in the year 1874. In that same year his first novel Far From The Madding Crowd was published to be an instant success. After he moved back to London in a few years, Hardy had already established himself as a reputable writer and was acquainted to London’s popular literary circles. The elemental theme in most of his writings related the struggle of man against the force of nature, which according to Hardy, “rules the world and which is basically neutral and indifferent to human sufferings”.

Although he enjoyed the applause and appreciation of London’s aristocratic and literary society, he also deeply resented the continuous criticism of reviewers of his “pessimism” and dereliction that apparently saturated his novels. Disturbed by this hostile outlook of his last two major novels led him to retire from fiction writing and he was more inclined to write poetry in its stead, which anyways was his first preference of expression. Thereupon, he published eight volumes of poetry, containing over nine hundred poems between the years 1898 to 1928.

Introduction to the poem: Primarily speaking of his philosophical outlook, Thomas Hardy was a man of intensity and his poems are a reflection of that vehement personality. He is perhaps better known as a novelist, but his poems have been described as musical, powerful and often mournful. The poem, The Darkling Thrush, is an honest example of his classic style. Through the bleakness of the landscape, the narrator muses over the problems of mortal life on the eve of the century’s finale. In this poem, we can observe the poet’s preoccupation with time, change, and remorse.


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The poem was first published in The Graphic, on 29 December 1900 and was originally titled, “The Century’s End 1900”. The poem unfurls on a closure and is a dark yet hopeful meditation on how death precludes birth and the cycle is never broken. It is also a haunting scrutiny of Victorian society and its intellectual progress contrasted by its socio-cultural failings.  The poet experimented with meter and stanza forms producing a huge variety of verse. He also used colloquial language in his literary works, which was partly inspired by fellow Dorset poet William Barnes.

The Darkling Thrush Summary and Explanation by Thomas Hardy

Stanza 1:

“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 narrator of the poem, who is quite possibly the poet himself, paints a picture of the settling darkness that comes with the end of a day. The stanza begins on a dominant “I”, isolating the self from the world with a precise subjectivity so as to display a very personal outlook on the humdrums of daily life. Leaning on a copper gate, the poet watches the ghost shaped frost swirling and falling, accumulating as the “winter’s dregs” that gives the sunset “the weakening eye of the day” a dismal appearance. The knotted “bine stems” embossed against the setting sky brings to the mind the grimy image of broken strings of lyre. The poet notes that all the people who were about have gone home to seek the warmth of their “household fires”.  

Stanza 2:

“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.” 

In the second verse of the poem, the poet further delves into his solitary trance and begins to compare and connect the landscape around him to the century gone by. He brings the reader’s attention to the ragged contours of the land and collates it as the outlined “corpse” of the century. One by one, he illustrates a gloomy backdrop of degeneration by identifying the cluster of dark clouds as the “crypt” or the tomb of the dead century, and the whistling wind of the cold winter as the mourning “death-lament”. The poet acknowledges the process of birth and germination as an ancient “pulse” that seems to have stopped due to the frozen hard ground and the cold dry atmosphere, where due to lack of warmth and light, inception of any form of life seemed impossible. The world around him appeared to have shrunken and “every spirit” as discouraged and passive as the poet felt himself.

Stanza 3:

“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.” 

Through this melancholic evening, a voice arose amongst some gaunt branches and broke into a loud and radiant “evn-song” of unlimited joy. An old frail little thrush bird with badly ruffled feathers had at once decided to through caution to the wind and had thus chosen to burst into a soulful cry in a desperate and obvious attempt to ward off the encroaching darkness. It was a heart rendering effusion against the gathering gloom of the winter evening.

Stanza 4:

“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.” 

In this last stanza, the poet is shaken out of his dreariness by the small little thrush bird’s joyful wail, and remarks that even though there is so “little cause” to celebrate in such dreary circumstances, the bird makes its “ecstatic sound” regardless of its dull surroundings. He conjectures that there must be some mysterious cause for this uncorrupted sense of faith and hope in nature that the poet himself and all of mankind is oblivious to. That maybe happiness is more related to the inner self than the exterior influences. Even though the greater understanding of true serenity has not arrived upon the poet he cannot ignore the possibility that there may be something beyond his rational wisdom that justifies that music of hope.      

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