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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENE: 'En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when<br>that expecting presently lo be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Freres humains qui apres nous vivez.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drink ye a skoal for the gallows tree!<br>Francois and Margot and thee and me,<br>Drink we the comrades merrily<br>That said us, 'Till then' for the gallows tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fat Pierre with the hook gauche-main,<br>Thomas Larron 'Ear-the-less',<br>Tybalde and that armouress<br>Who gave this poignard its premier stain<br>Pinning the Guise that had been fain<br>To make him a mate of the 'Haulte Noblesse'<br>And bade her be out with ill address<br>As a fool that mocketh his drue's disdeign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drink we a skoal for the gallows tree!<br>Francois and Margot and thee and me,<br>Drink we to Marienne Ydole,<br>That hell brenn not her o'er cruelly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drink we the lusty robbers twain,<br>Black is the pitch o' their wedding dress,<br>Lips shrunk back for the wind's caress<br>As lips shrink back when we feel the strain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of love that loveth in hell's disdeign,<br>And sense the teeth through the lips that press<br>'Gainst our lips for the soul's distress<br>That striveth to ours across the pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drink we skoal to the gallows tree!<br>Francois and Margot and thee and me,<br>For Jehan and Raoul de Vallerie<br>Whose frames have the night and its winds in fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maturin, Guillaume, Jacques d'Allmain,<br>Culdou lacking a coat to bless<br>One lean moiety of his nakedness<br>That plundered St. Hubert back o' the fane:<br>Aie! the lean bare tree is widowed again<br>For Michault le Borgne that would confess<br>In 'faith and troth' to a traitoress,<br>'Which of his brothers had he slain?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But drink we skoal to the gallows tree!<br>Francois and Margot and thee and me:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These that we loved shall God love less<br>And smite always at their faibleness?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Skoal!! to the gallows! and then pray we:<br>God damn his hell out speedily<br>And bring their souls to his 'Haulte Citee'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when
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‘Freres humains qui apres nous vivez.'

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