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 GoldfinchGoldfinch 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