English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Robin. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Robin

When up aloft
I fly and fly,
I see in pools
The shining sky,
And a happy bird
Am I, am I!

When I descend
Towards their brink
I stand, and look,
And stoop, and drink,
And bathe my wings,
And chink and prink.

When winter frost
Makes earth as steel
I search and search
But find no meal,
And most unhappy
Then I feel.

But when it lasts,
And snows still fall,
I get to feel
No grief at all,
For I turn to a cold stiff
Feathery ball!

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. The Two Houses
2. The Weary Walker
3. The Whaler’s Wife
4. Yuletide in a Younger World
5. The Supplanter

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

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Robin (“Thou need’st not flutter from thy half-built nest”)

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