Geoffrey Chaucer "Escape" translationA Poem by Michael R. BurchEscape Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, He may question me and counter this and that; Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat, Original 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. © 2020 Michael R. Burch |
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