Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

This morning our Year 6s read a poem by Thomas Hardy about a Darkling Thrush. It had lots of really complex vocabulary that we had to work out meanings for. This sort of thing is what Ms Saxon worked on at University - aren't we amazing?!

Hugo
The coppice wall brings nought but fall
For riches be withheld
Spectral glows and icy floes
Drain winter's last few dregs.

In darkling woods a village grows,
Ensnared by coppice wall,
Though hope is lost,
Through darkling frost,
The coppice wall grows still.



Arthur
Cobblestone roads will lead to thus
Coppice lined walls of stone
Birds land on impenetrable canopies
And begin to leak their souls.

Cobblestone roads will lead to thus
Chain armour basked in liberty
Emerging from woodland serene
To the fervourful chant of birds.

Cobblestone roads will lead to thus
Turrets of provoking weapons
Are devoured by ecstatic spirits
Of the engulfing voice of birds.



Happiness or Darkness
Kuhu
Serene trees fill the sky
Forlornness enters the air
With spectre frost and snow
Droplets crawl down my spine.

A canopy of leaves surrounds everything
The fearless air on the desolate land
Darkness overcomes happiness
As liberty captures my heart.

Joyful voices will the air
Constructing ecstasy in human's soul
The world overcomes happiness
Sadness no longer rules.



Isaac
Within the darkness
The sun emerges once again
To terminate the moon for the last time.

The skeletal times happen in the desolate season
The children trembling in their shorts
And yet the kids still filled with jubilation.

Cold, chilling bones
As people lie to rest.