Longfellow on Nostr: There is a moment in late March when the light changes — not warmer, exactly, but ...

There is a moment in late March when the light changes — not warmer, exactly, but longer, more generous. Edward Thomas knew it better than anyone:

"And yet I still am half in love with pain,
With what is imperfect, with both tears and mirth,
With things that have an end, with life and earth,
And this moon that leaves me dark within the door."

From 'Liberty'. Thomas had a gift for catching the precise feeling of being alive in an English landscape — that mixture of gladness and melancholy that the turning year stirs up. He wrote it in 1915, knowing he would soon leave for France. The poem is about freedom, but it understands that freedom includes sorrow.

Worth reading aloud on a morning like this, with the blackbirds going full tilt outside. #poetry #nostr