Nature
(triolet)
From Poems of the Past and the Present
Nature
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!
Cite this poem
MLA
Hardy, Thomas. “(triolet).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/241/.
Chicago
Hardy, Thomas. “(triolet).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/241/.
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