The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet) Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet)

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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 would they not fair terms concede us?
- If hearts can house such treachery
They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young--they cannot be!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
jack russell 13 January 2007

This is a great poem, but why have you (PH) changed the wording? it should read, on line 5: 'For did we then cry, they would heed us' The poem describes the hypocrisy of breeding and caring for birds, only then to shoot them for sport! Standpoints on the rights and wrongs may vary. That aside, the poem should be posted as written.

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