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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391170" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dompna Pois De Me No'us Cal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM THE PROVENCAL OF EN BERTRANS DE BORN<br>Lady, since you care nothing for me,<br>And since you have shut me away from you<br>Causelessly,<br>I know not wnere to go seeking,<br>For certainly<br>I will never again gather<br>Joy so rich, and if I find not ever<br>A lady with look so speaking<br>To my desire, worth yours whom I have lost,<br>I’ll have no other love at any cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And since I could not find a peer to you,<br>Neither one so fair, nor of such heart,<br>So eager and alert,<br>Nor with such art<br>In attire, nor so gay<br>Nor with gift so bountiful and so true,<br>I will go out a-searching,<br>Culling from each a fair trait<br>To make me a borrowed lady<br>Till I again find you ready.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bels Cembelins, I take of you your colour,<br>For it's your own, and your glance<br>Where love is,<br>A proud thing I do here,<br>For, as to colour and eyes<br>I shall have missed nothing at all,<br>Having yours.<br>I ask of Midons Aelis (of Montfort)<br>Her straight speech free-running,<br>That my phantom lack not in cunning,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Chalais of the Viscountess, I would<br>That she give me outright<br>Her two hands and her throat,<br>So take I my road<br>To Rochechouart,<br>Swift-foot to my Lady Anhes,<br>Seeing that Tristan's lady Iseutz had never<br>Such grace of locks, I do ye to wit,<br>Though she'd the far fame for it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Audiart at Malemort,<br>Though she with a full heart<br>Wish me ill,<br>I'd have her form that's laced<br>So cunningly,<br>Without blemish, for her love<br>Breaks not nor turns aside.<br>I of Miels-de-ben demand<br>Her straight fresh body,<br>She is so supple and young,<br>Her robes can but do her wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her white teeth, of the Lady Faidita<br>I ask, and the fine courtesy<br>She hath to welcome one,<br>And such replies she lavishes<br>Within her nest;<br>Of Bels Mirals, the rest,<br>Tall stature and gaiety,<br>To make these avail<br>She knoweth well, betide<br>No change nor turning aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Bels Senher, Maent, at last<br>I ask naught from you,<br>Save that I have such hunger for<br>This phantom<br>As I've for you, such flame-lap,<br>And yet I'd rather<br>Ask of you than hold another,<br>Mayhap, right close and kissed.<br>Ah, lady, why have you cast<br>Me out, knowing you hold me so fast!</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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Lady, since you care nothing for me,
And since you have shut me away from you
Causelessly,
I know not wnere to go seeking,
For certainly
I will never again gather
Joy so rich, and if I find not ever
A lady..."></div>
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