Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

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!





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