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Escape a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation 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 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.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Geoffrey Chaucer "Escape" translation
Escape a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation 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 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.
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michael-r-burch
62/M/Nashville, Tennessee
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
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