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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Thomas Hardy: Birds at Winter Nightfall (Triolet)
I've been thinking of this poem:
Birds at Winter Nightfall (Triolet)

Around the house the flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone
From holly and cotoneaster
Around the house. The flakes fly!--faster
Shutting indoors that crumb-outcaster
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house. The flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone!

Thomas Hardy

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