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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Escape rondel/roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer translation by Michael R. Burch Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, I never plan to be in his prison lean; Since I am free, I count it not a bean. He may question me and counter this and that; I care not: I will answer just as I mean. Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, I never plan to be in his prison lean. Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat, And he is struck from my books, just as clean, Forevermore; there is no other mean. Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, I never plan to be in his prison lean; Since I am free, I count it not a bean. Original Middle English text: Sin I fro love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene. He may answere, and seye this or that; I do no fors, I speke right as I mene. Sin I fro love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, And he is strike out of my bokes clene For ever-mo; [ther] is non other mene. Sin I fro love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene. Explicit. These are modern English translations of poems written in Middle English by the medieval poet Geoffrey Chaucer. A Chaucer bio follows the translated poems. The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch When April with her sweet showers has pierced the drought of March to the root, bathing the vines’ veins in such nectar that even sweeter flowers are engendered; and when the West Wind with his fragrant breath has inspired life in every grove’s and glade’s greenling leaves; and when the young Sun has run half his course in Aries the Ram; and while small birds make melodies after sleeping all night with open eyes because Nature pierces them so, to their hearts? then people long to go on pilgrimages and palmers to seek strange lands ... Keywords/Tags: Geoffrey Chaucer, rondeau, roundel, rondel, French, translation, medieval, medieval love, irony, word play, fat, prison, jail, lean, escape, escaped, free, freedom, bean, roster, book, books, plan, answer, reply, response, counter, argument, defense, short, flat, romance, romantic love, Canterbury Tales, Prologue
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