The Caged Goldfinch


The Caged Goldfinch

Lipograms – Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

The Caged Goldfinch Within a churchyard, on a recent grave, I saw a little cage That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save Its hops from stage to stage. There was inquiry in its wistful eye, And once it tried to sing; Of him or her who placed it there, and why, No one knew anything.
The Caged Goldfinch
Goldfinch in Jail Within a churchyard, on a just-laid plot, I saw a tiny jail: A goldfinch was within. No sound: but, what? Hop, hop, a dismal trail. Inquiry in its wistful look saw I; I saw it fail to sing; Of who had put it in that spot, and why, Nobody knows a thing.

Translation: Copyright © Timothy Adès

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