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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS OF MEDIEVAL ENGLISH POEMS Inordinate Love anonymous Middle English poem, circa 15th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I shall say what inordinate love is: The ferocity and singleness of mind, An inextinguishable burning devoid of bliss, A great hunger, too insatiable to decline, A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness, blind, A right wonderful, sugared, sweet error, Without any rest, contrary to kind, Without quiet, a riot of useless labor. Unkindness Has Killed Me anonymous Middle English poem, 15th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Grievous is my sorrow: Both evening and morrow; Unto myself alone Thus do I moan, That unkindness has killed me And put me to this pain. Alas! what remedy That I cannot refrain? The spring under a thorn anonymous Middle English poem, circa 15th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch At a wellspring, under a thorn, the remedy for an ill was born. There stood beside a maid Full of love bound, And whoso seeks true love, In her it will be found. A lover left alone with his thoughts anonymous Middle English poem, circa later 15th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Continuance of remembrance, without ending, causes me penance and great grievance, for your parting. You are so deeply engraved in my heart, God only knows that always before me I ever see you in thoughts covert. Though I do not explain my woeful pain, I bear it still, although it seems vain to speak against Fortune’s will. Keywords/Tags: Middle English, translation, Medieval English, love, mind, bliss, burning, hunger, desire, sorrow, pain, spring, lover, thoughts, heart
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