English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Winter in Durnover Field. Томас Гарди (Харди).



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	Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Winter in Durnover Field SCENE. – A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about thereon, and wistfully eyeing the surface. Wind keen from north-east: sky a dull grey. (Triolet) Rook. – Throughout the field I find no grain; The cruel frost encrusts the cornland! Starling. – Aye: patient pecking now is vain Throughout the field, I find... Rook. – No grain! Pigeon. – Nor will be, comrade, till it rain, Or genial thawings loose the lorn land Throughout the field. Rook. – I find no grain: The cruel frost encrusts the cornland! Thomas Hardy's other poems: The End of the Episode The Pair He Saw Pass The Seven Times Tragedian to Tragedienne Nobody Comes Распечатать (To print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1720 Последние стихотворения To English version


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