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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marvoil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,<br>And because I have small mind to sit<br>Day long, long day cooped on a stool<br>A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin,<br>I ha' taken to rambling the South here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Vicomte of Beziers's not such a bad lot.<br>I made rimes to his lady this three year:<br>Vers and canzone, till that damn'd son of Aragon,<br>Alfonso the half-bald, took to hanging<br>His helmet at Beziers.<br>Then came what might come, to wit: three men and one woman,<br>Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady<br>Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers,<br>And one lean Aragonese cursing the seneschal<br>To the end that you see, friends:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers<br>Bored to an inch of extinction,<br>Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier,<br>Me! in this damn'd inn of Avignon,<br>Stringing long verse for the Burlatz;<br>All for one half-bald, knock-knee'd king of the Aragonese,<br>Alfonso, Quattro, poke-nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if when I am dead<br>They take the trouble to tear out this wall here,<br>They'11 know more of Arnaut of Marvoil<br>Than half his canzoni say of him.<br>As for will and testament I leave none,<br>Save this: ‘Vers and canzone to the Countess of Beziers<br>In return for the first kiss she gave me.'<br>May her eyes and her cheek be fair<br>To all men except the King of Aragon,<br>And may I come'speedily to Beziers<br>Whither my desire and my dream have preceded me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hole in the wall here! be thou my jongleur<br>As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,<br>Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,<br>For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with this parchment,<br>So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes,<br>And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly my thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,<br>When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow<br>That I have not the Countess of Beziers<br>Close in my arms here.<br>Even as thou shalt soon have this parchment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hole in the wall here, be thou my jongleur,<br>And though thou sighest my sorrow in the wind,<br>Keep yet my secret in thy breast here;<br>Even as I keep her image in my heart here.</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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And because I have small mind to sit
Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin,
I ha' taken to rambling the South here.

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