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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet) 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 did we then cry, they would heed us. – If hearts can house such treachery They are not those who used to feed us When we were young – they cannot be! Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1623 |
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