Thomas Hardy

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

Birds at Winter Nightfall (Triolet)


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!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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  • 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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