Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy)




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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!





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