Wednesday, February 18, 2009

How curious ...

... Darkling. (Hat tip, Maxine Clarke.)

Well, this from Milton certainly seems prophetic of Keats:

The wakeful bird
Sings darkling, and, in shadiest covert hid,
Tunes her nocturnal note.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, aside from the beauteously gorrific "Dover Beach" (Arnold), it behoves [not sic] me me me to remind thee thee thee of Hardy's contribution, "The Darkling Thrush" (which connects or, perhaps, intersects with Milton, IMO).

    TH penned gorgeous same 31 December 1900. Insightfully brief commentary and poem appeared in Slate four in the mourning, end of December . . .

    Oh, you'll also note the audio: Robert Pinsky, desultorily — oooh, got to use one of my favourite words — sublime, declaw . . . declaims, FWIW.
    p.s. My *most* fave word in the Anguish Language, me mates I misses? Intimate, especially when it precedes blisses or kisses; Nigel B. recently featured a lovely list of fave words on his NotaBene OuttaSite, worth the peek-seeking . . .

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