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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Langue D'Oc</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alba</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the nightingale to his mate<br>Sings day-long and night late<br>My love and I keep state<br>In bower,<br>In flower,<br>''Till the watchman on the tower<br>Cry:<br>'Up! Thou rascal, Rise,<br>I see the white<br>Light<br>And the night<br>Flies:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>Compleynt of a gentleman who has been waiting outside for some time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O plasmatour and true celestial light,<br>Lord powerful, engirdled all with might,<br>Give my good-fellow aid in fools' despite<br>Who stirs not forth this night,<br>And day comes on.<br>'Sst! my good fellow, art awake or sleeping?<br>Sleep thou no more. I see the star upleaping<br>That hath the dawn in keeping,<br>And day comes on!<br>'Hi! Harry, hear me, for I sing aright<br>Sleep not thou now, I hear the bird in flight<br>That plaineth of the going of the night,<br>And day comes on!<br>‘Come now! Old swenkin! Rise up from thy bed,<br>I see the signs upon the welkin spread,<br>If thou come not, the cost be on thy head.<br>And day comes on!<br>‘And here I am since going down of sun,<br>And pray to God that is St. Mary's son,<br>To bring thee safe back, my companion.<br>And day comes on.<br>'And thou out here beneath the porch of stone<br>Badest me to see that a good watch was done,<br>And now thou'lt none of me, and wilt have none<br>Of song of mine.<br>(Bass voice from inside)<br>'Wait, my good fellow. For such joy I take<br>With her venust and noblest to my make<br>To hold embraced, and will not her forsake<br>For yammer of the cuckold,<br>Though day break.'<br>(Girart Bornello)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>Avril</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the springtime is sweet<br>And the birds repeat<br>Their new song in the leaves.<br>‘Tis meet<br>A man go where he will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from where my heart is set<br>No message I get;<br>My heart all wakes and grieves;<br>Defeat<br>Or luck, I must have my fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our love comes out<br>Like the branch that turns about<br>On the top of the hawthorne,<br>With frost and hail at night<br>Suffers despite<br>'Till the sun come, and the green leaf on the bough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember the young day<br>When we set strife away,<br>And she gave me such gesning,<br>Her love and her ring:<br>God grant I die not by any man's stroke<br>'Till I have my hand 'neath her cloak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I care not for their clamour<br>Who have come between me and my charmer,<br>For I know how words run loose,<br>Big talk and little use.<br>Spoilers of pleasure,<br>We take their measure.<br>(Guilhem de Peitieu)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Descant on a Theme by Cerclamon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the sweet air goes bitter,<br>And the cold birds twitter<br>Where the leaf falls from the twig,<br>I sough and sing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that Love goes out<br>Leaving me no power to hold him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of love I have naught<br>Save trouble and sad thought,<br>And nothing is grievous<br>as I desirous,<br>Wanting only what<br>No man can get or has got.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the noblest that stands in men's sight,<br>If all the world be in despite<br>I care not a glove.<br>Where my love is, there is a glitter of sun;<br>God give me life, and let my course run</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Till I have her I love<br>To lie with and prove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not live, nor cure me,<br>Nor feel my ache great as it is,<br>For love will give<br>me no respite,<br>Nor do I know when I turn left or right<br>nor when I go out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in her is all my delight<br>And all that can save me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shake and burn and quiver<br>From love, awake and in swevyn,<br>Such fear I have she deliver<br>me not from pain,<br>Who know not how to ask her;<br>Who can not.<br>Two years, three years I seek<br>And though I fear to speak out,<br>Still she must know it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she won't have me now, Death is my portion,<br>Would I had died that day<br>I came into her sway.<br>God! How softly this kills!<br>When her love look steals on me.<br>Killed me she has, I know not how it was,<br>For I would not look on a woman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy I have none, if she make me not mad<br>Or set me quiet, or bid me chatter.<br>Good is it to me if she flout<br>Or turn me inside out, and about.<br>My ill doth she turn sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How swift it is.<br>For I am traist and loose,<br>I am true, or a liar,<br>All vile, or all gentle,<br>Or shaking between,<br>as she desire,<br>I, Cerclamon, sorry and glad,<br>The man whom love had<br>and has ever;<br>Alas! who'er it please or pain,<br>She can me retain.<br>I am gone from one joy,<br>From one I loved never so much,<br>She by one touch<br>Reft me away;<br>So doth bewilder me<br>I can not say my say<br>nor my desire,<br>And when she looks on me<br>It seems to me<br>I lose all wit and sense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noblest girls men love<br>'Gainst her I prize not as a glove<br>Worn and old.<br>Though the whole world run rack<br>And go dark with cloud,<br>Light is<br>Where she stands,<br>And a clamour loud<br>in my ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>Vergier</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In orchard under the hawthorne<br>She has her lover till morn,<br>Till the traist man cry out to warn<br>Them God how swift the night,<br>And day comes on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Plasmatour, that thou end not the night,<br>Nor take my beloved from my sight,<br>Nor I, nor tower-man, look on daylight,<br>'Fore God, How swift the night,<br>And day comes on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lovely thou art, to hold me close and kisst,<br>Now cry the birds out, in the meadow mist,<br>Despite the cuckold, do thou as thou list,<br>So swiftly goes the night<br>And day comes on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘My pretty boy, make we our play again<br>Here in the orchard where the birds complain,<br>'Till the traist watcher his song unrein,<br>Ah God! How swift the night<br>And day comes on.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Out of the wind that blows from her,<br>That dancing and gentle is and thereby pleasanter,<br>Have I drunk a draught, sweeter than scent of myrrh.<br>Ah God! How swift the night.<br>And day comes on.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Venust the lady, and none lovelier,<br>For her great beauty, many men look on her,<br>Out ofmy love will her heart not stir.<br>By God, how swift the night.<br>And day comes on.</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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When the nightingale to his mate
Sings day-long and night late
My love and I keep state
In bower,
In flower,
''Till the watchman on the tower
Cry:
'Up! Thou rascal, Rise,
I see the white
Light
And the night
Flies:

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