Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Winter in Durnover Field

(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!

1. Music in a Snowy Street
2. Silences
3. Nothing Matters Much
4. The Bad Example
5. The Child and the Sage

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