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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


The Calf


You may have seen, in road or street
At times, when passing by,
A creature with bewildered bleat
Behind a milcher’s tail, whose feet
Went pit-pat. That was I.

Whether we are of Devon kind,
Shorthorns, or Herefords,
We are in general of one mind
That in the human race we find
Our masters and our lords.

When grown up (if they let me live)
And in a dairy-home,
I may less wonder and misgive
Than now, and get contemplative,
And never wish to roam.

And in some fair stream, taking sips,
May stand through summer noons,
With water dribbling from my lips
And rising halfway to my hips,
And babbling pleasant tunes.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. A Victorian Rehearsal
  2. Song to an Old Burden
  3. Long Plighted
  4. Paths of Former Time
  5. Afternoon Service at Mellstock


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Calf ("RIGHT, Sir! your text I’ll prove it true") 3 September 1786

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