Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) - Poem by Thomas Hardy

Around the house the flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone
From holly and cotoneaster
Around the house. The flakes fly!--faster
Shutting indoors that crumb-outcaster
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house. The flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone!


Comments about Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) by Thomas Hardy

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (1/3/2015 4:53:00 AM)

    Triolets are difficult. I can think of very little I would want to repeat three times in a poem (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Calvin Towle (4/18/2007 6:10:00 PM)

    Around the clock I read old Hardy
    Until the pages all are done.
    My dogs will call me worse than tardy
    around the clock. I read old Hardy
    Prose and poem as mind grows lardy
    And half my sanity is gone
    Around the clock. I read old Hardy
    Until the pages all are done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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