Thomas Hardy

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

Winter In Durnover Field - Poem by Thomas Hardy

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!


Comments about Winter In Durnover Field by Thomas Hardy

  • Rookie Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/20/2008 5:59:00 PM)

    Fun triolet, almost feel sorry for the rook. Pigeon is wise. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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