Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Puzzled Game-Birds

  (Triolet)

They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young – they cannot be –
These shapes that now bereave and bleed us?
They are not those who used to feed us,
For did we then cry, they would heed us.
– If hearts can house such treachery
They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young – they cannot be!

1. The End of the Episode
2. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. The Three Tall Men
5. Thoughts of Phena

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1761

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