Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: They are not those who used to feed us Last Line: When we were young - they cannot be! Subject(s): Birds | ||||||||
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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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