{"label":"Uncertain","method":"Keyword matching of feed headlines, not AI or a factual assessment of world sentiment.","scores":[{"label":"Uncertain","score":1},{"label":"Hopeful","score":0},{"label":"Reflective","score":0},{"label":"Curious","score":0}],"poem":{"id":"ECB8B5D1-838B-5926-ADC1-742B13E0380D","title":"The Wind in the Hemlock","content":"Steely stars and moon of brass,\nHow mockingly you watch me pass!\nYou know as well as I how soon\nI shall be blind to stars and moon,\nDeaf to the wind in the hemlock tree,\nDumb when the brown earth weighs on me.\n\nWith envious dark rage I bear,\nStars, your cold complacent stare;\nHeart-broken in my hate look up,\nMoon, at your clear immortal cup,\nChanging to gold from dusky red—\nAge after age when I am dead\nTo be filled up with light, and then\nEmptied, to be refilled again.\n\nWhat has man done that only he\nIs slave to death—so brutally\nBeaten back into the earth\nImpatient for him since his birth?\n\nOh let me shut my eyes, close out\nThe sight of stars and earth and be\nSheltered a minute by this tree.\nHemlock, through your fragrant boughs\nThere moves no anger and no doubt,\nNo envy of immortal things.\nThe night-wind murmurs of the sea\nWith veiled music ceaselessly,\nThat to my shaken spirit sings.\nFrom their frail nest the robins rouse,\nIn your pungent darkness stirred,\nTwittering a low drowsy word—\nAnd me you shelter, even me.\nIn your quietness you house\nThe wind, the woman and the bird.\nYou speak to me and I have heard:","author":"Sara Teasdale","source":"api","sourceName":"Flame and Shadow (1920) · Project Gutenberg","sourceURL":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/591/pg591-images.html#id00380","rightsNotice":"Public domain in the United States.","rightsURL":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","publicationYear":1920},"articleCount":25,"fetchedAt":"2026-09-22T01:09:57.432Z"}