When I collected the poems for this month’s series of posts, I noticed a dark thread running through many of them. Apologies now in early April if the month brings you down a bit as we keep going.
“The Mill” certainly sets that dark tone. It was written in 1920, but the hopelessness of having no job and no job prospects resonates today.
An interesting essay questions whether the miller hanged himself or whether the whole situation is imagined (or I’d add remembered). Check it out.