My Translation Merciless Beauty I Your two eyes slay me suddenly; I may not withstand the beauty of their gleam, So wounded it throughout my heart so keen. And but your word would heal it hastily— My heart’s wound, while fresh and green. Your …
Read MoreGeoffrey Chaucer’s “Complaint to His Purse”
My Translation Complaint to His Purse To you, my purse, and to no one else Complain I, for you be my lady dear. I am so sorry now that you be light, For sure but unless you make me heavy cheer, I were as left …
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