|Your Name||DC Number of the Poem||Translation||Comments|
|6/7/2012 22:54:19||Zoe Saunders||DC0103||O how I am so lucky,|
To serve such a beautiful mistress
Why is it not predestined for me
The good that her husband has from her.
She is sweet and he defiant.
Is this not a great cruelty,
That she should live in such pain
Without being rescued by my loyalty?
|6/7/2012 22:56:31||Zoe Saunders||DC0101||He who wishes to have all the pleasure|
That a lover could honestly want
Follow the example of my chaste desire
And mirror yourself in my happiness.
But he who would like boldly
To fly to the sky, or my love to stand by
One would say to him, love humanely.
It is to the sun that the moon belongs.
|6/12/2012 10:59:50||Zoe Saunders||DC0102||Let’s come to the point my lady, if you wish,|
It is time for it, without much more bargaining.
Shall I take the right or ask you for it?
Tell me yes, because no displeases me.
Yet do it if you wish, my dear friend
Yes is worthy and no withdraws.
You suffer greatly, and me in great agony
It is cowardice that serves as our enemy.
|6/21/2012 10:17:17||Zoe Saunders||DC0104||Looking for love, Hymen appeared|
before my eyes, chaste.
Saying friend, to come to know
steadfastness from true love.
Do not let Cupid hold you back.
One [the one he should love] is not equipped with more faithfulness
To love chastely you must choose
In order to lead a happy life forever.
|verse 6 does not make sense in French; he likely means the contrary|
"Une sans plus de loyauté munie"
|6/22/2012 17:54:54||Zoe Saunders||DC1414||Waiting to be rescued,|
In front of your eyes I moan and sigh
You can see my listlessness very well each day,
And each time all you can do is laugh.
If it would please you to write me as a cure,
Or ask of me your pleasure, and desire,
I would stop complaining and my pain,
Alive with hope, which makes the true lover endure;
But if your heart causes me to be without warmth
I would go to die in front of your door.
|6/22/2012 18:26:50||Zoe Saunders||DC1220||You have, cruel one, left me without cause,|
Which I cannot, nor would I want to, do to you
But to come out of the harm which has injured me
The end of my days will come from a bitter death.
I have one regret, which I cannot reveal,
That if one day I had been your love,
God would have wanted you to die to please me
Never to have made so happy a death.
|Obvious sexual connotation on 'death'|
|6/22/2012 19:09:42||Zoe Saunders||DC1208||Alas my sister, my friend I would die,|
Said Alice who wanted to marry,
Defeated at first attempt,
Whether my mother cries or not, nothing will be done about it,
Ha said her sister, Alice do not disgruntle yourself
And do not become agitated over this,
Because if you want me to help with the rescue
I would take the first shots for you.
|There are some major double-entres in the last lines.|
|7/16/2012 10:16:39||Richard Freedman||DC1`206||When friendship long maintains itself, |
It's proof and sure evidence,
That while his heart comes from a reliable source,
And that honor always has the advantage.
No need to fear that another fickle love
Might disturb their great delight,
He's lead by a sure and wise hand,
Which will last forever.
|7/16/2012 10:25:55||Richard Freedman||DC1207||For one of those fair kisses, |
Of the hundred my lover gives me,
While her beautiful breast,
Surpass the lily in whiteness,
To which I abandon myself entirely.
Is there god or a person,
who would not abandon heaven for them?
And the least of my happiness, would not change them for good heart,
or even more if he had better.
|7/16/2012 10:33:41||Richard Freedman||DC1208||Alas my sister, my dear I would die, |
Said Alix who they wished would marry,
From the first stroke I'd be defeated,
Nothing would make me, my mother, to cry out so.
Ha, said her sister, Alix don't be upset,
And on account of it don't be agitated,
For if you wish I will come to your aid,
And I will suffer those first strokes for you!
|Double entredres in the final lines!|
|7/16/2012 10:49:47||Richard Freedman||DC1209||If it is otherwise that you pretend,|
In order to distract my Love from yours,
I know not what you intend it:
Il at ease it is for two lovers to complain.
|7/16/2012 11:04:20||Richard Freedman||DC1211||I have put my heart up so high, |
That I have great fear soon to see my end.
Alas, love, you who made the mistake,
Let good will be my excuse,
A reward for the amorous obligation,
Soon cease my pain (which goes on too long),
And let me by your means have
Some rest from the torment I endure.
|7/16/2012 11:09:56||Richard Freedman||DC1215||Like fire in name, and cruelty, too,|
Like (and more) Venus in beauty,
Staunch my fire, for I am no salamander,
Who lives in flame, which torments me so,
If it does not please you to extinguish it through your grace.
|7/16/2012 11:14:12||Richard Freedman||DC1216||Alas my love your loyalty, |
Hardly merits cruelty,
I would like indeed to put out your fire,
That which can be in truth,
If it does not extinguish mine, which is less.
|7/16/2012 11:16:24||Richard Freedman||DC1217||Love has done what he can not undo |
When he made our hearts as one
It's now for God to perfect them,
And to protect them from separation.
|7/16/2012 11:34:08||Richard Freedman||DC1220||You have, cruel one, unjustly neglected me, |
This on your part can not,
nor should would wish to do,
But to escape from the hurt with which I've been wounded,
I'd put an end to my days by bitter death.
But one regret I have, about which I cannot remain silent,
That is of the time I was your lover,
if God wished me dead, I'd still be pleased,
Never was a death so happy.
|7/16/2012 11:54:20||Richard Freedman||DC1221||Someone wanting a little amusement, |
Said one day without jest,
I have a great desire to kiss you,
But your nose (which is so long!) is in the way.
The lady then looked sharply at him,
Saying (monsieur) for so little,
For if that's all that is stopping you,
I have for you another aspect that has no nose!
|7/16/2012 12:09:40||Richard Freedman||DC1223||The other day I was going along, |
My way to Laval,
Where I found a young maid,
Who was was walking along,
Alas! I the sore hurts me!
There I begged the lovely she might agree
to a roll there upon the grass.
There he did it three times.
Alas! The sore hurts me!
|7/17/2012 8:35:49||Richard Freedman||DC1225||Deep in your heart mine is held transfixed,|
By your love, which brings me to the point of death.
You'll want to die quite completely, too,
For a dying heart will ruin a living one.
|7/17/2012 8:52:33||Richard Freedman||DC1302||With the greatest melancholy, |
A lady brought herself to confession,
with such malice, enough to hold herself tightly.
Now seeing herself angered,
The lady said (without fear),
Gentle father, I beg you to Dispatch me, or speak low,
For it seems that to see you cry out,
That I will have made some big deal.
|Meaning of last verses is unclear to me.|
|7/17/2012 8:57:25||Richard Freedman||DC1304||She wanted to leave me, |
For another to love, and to take leave of me,
I did not want to blame her for that,
Or wait upon a sigh that no one ought to expect.
For I have seen the one she always has held tenderly,
Forsaking me, and pretending me to love,
On account of which I must say I'm a fool to pretend,
Seeing that I have every right to step away.
|7/17/2012 9:04:54||Richard Freedman||DC1308||O Fortune, how awful you are to me, |
O to make me receive such torment,
To have made me so in love, if such perfection, that one could be provided.
I say torment, because I can not see it,
When I want it, O Fortune you enemy!
Where are the goods we dearly wish to have,
For the first time in our happy life.
|7/17/2012 9:37:04||Richard Freedman||DC1311||I must die,|
It's quite plain,
If from my lover I'll have no help,
To suffer bitter death so soon,
It turns me upside down.
I'll soon come to the end of my days,
For I am sorry, and very wrong,
For you madame through love,
I'll come to know hard death.
|7/17/2012 9:41:57||Richard Freedman||DC1312||Now therefore don't refuse, |
To choose me for your friend,
He who has vowed,
With an honest, unchanging heart,
To be servant
To the fair Mabille:
Watch over him with loyalty--
That is his wish.
|7/17/2012 9:46:43||Richard Freedman||DC1313||Month of love, |
Month dressed all in green,
Month that makes hearts glad,
How can you, seeing the loss that I endure,
Make mine light with joy?
No meadow, no field, no nightingale to hear,
No one can, on account of which I say to you,
Only make Anne happy, and
Unbounded I'll rejoice.
|7/17/2012 9:56:44||Richard Freedman||DC1314||My dear, alas, did not you do wrong, |
Showing me such an awful face?
Don't you want to have remorse,
For having used such rough language with me?
I guess not: o what bondage!
It would be better to be worth something, and for better,
Not to have seen your plain face,
Nor the sweetness of your fair eyes.
|7/17/2012 10:00:34||Richard Freedman||DC1321||Loyal love, in a constant person, |
Will certainly encourage envy,
Unloved there I cannot but beg you:
Thus wait patiently.
|Meaning of double negatives a little unclear.|
|7/17/2012 10:05:02||Richard Freedman||DC1322||If you with to leave me for another, |
Assure yourself that it will please me,
For your departure can only appease,
The ill, which comes to seize my heart.
And for sure one will know not how to pick
A greater good, than frank freedom:
O light heart! O fickle desire!
You show well your great thoughtlessness.
|7/17/2012 10:10:14||Richard Freedman||DC1323||You show well your great thoughtlessness, |
To leave me in so quick a turn,
For a lover, of the sort you merit,
I could never be.
And you could likely manage so well,
As your heart wanted to own me, too,
While towards you my behavior will be foul,
If for another you wish to leave me.
|This is a response to Dc1322|
|7/17/2012 10:34:38||Richard Freedman||DC1403||You don't compell me to hold you dear, |
Dearness hardly demands violence,
Only that you wish to revere,
Not oblige your worth.
If my love, and my whole knowledge,
In your place there is no way to measure,
It's to me to have patience,
And to you remain indifferent.
|Meaning a little unclear in places. The rhetoric is somewhat passive=agressive!|
|7/17/2012 10:44:48||Richard Freedman||DC1404||Love was hidden in the corner of a small wood, |
In order to make men struggle mortally,
I see then in passing so angrily
Wishing I'd undertake it anew:
But when I came to call to
God all powerful to help, praying with good will,
To protect me from love and his subterfuge,
Let me then escape his furor.
|7/17/2012 10:54:09||Richard Freedman||Dc1408||He who must sing, who must be content If it's not me, who sees strong Aeneas. The successors respond to my patience, And by the waters of fair young Hymen, Will be joined to France, happy and fortunate. And from Calledon [?] the ancient crown, Of which grandure is unended of finished That by the circle that rings the world.||Allusions somewhat unclear. Humanistic?|
|7/17/2012 10:58:41||Richard Freedman||DC1411||Following our custom, Sing together as our King drinks, Our King drinks, it's the custom, Our good King drinks quite often, I've seen the stag run to the wood, And drink fromthe fountain. I drink to you my good friend, And to your sovereign, If you only do the same as me, You'll drink a full pint. The forest stag has not been taken, But they have wounded him.||A drinking song, with an odd collection of fragmentary allusions.|
|7/17/2012 11:03:05||Richard Freedman||DC1414||While waiting for some small relief, Before your eyes I lament and sigh, You can well see my langour every day, And every time you do nothing but laugh. If you want to write something to cure me, Then give me your desire, and with, And I will cease my complaint and sorrow, Living on hope, that supports the true lover. But if your heart gives me indifference, I'll die upon your door.|
|7/17/2012 11:08:24||Richard Freedman||DC1416||Death, and Love, have similar effects, For they have much that is repulsive. For in Love I note that hope pleases itself, and wishes for better in spite of the facts. I tell perfect lovers: But if you start to speak of death, I speak truly, that it will be more than a nuisance. The fear of death, of death by his effects.||Speaks in riddles and repetitions--meaning unclear.|
|7/17/2012 11:12:55||Richard Freedman||DC1417||I feel a new fire within me, Which penetrates to the depths of my bones, Which like Etna, night and day errupts, I swear none has been this way, And if I complain, and am out of sorts. In my labors I seek some solace, Like the Salamander easily passing through the fire. But if you wish to appease my torment, Taking pity in seeing me martyred thus, Alone the power for my happiness and my malaise Are in your hands, and I'd not wish to deny it.|
|7/17/2012 11:18:44||Richard Freedman||DC1502||Having so much, and having been taken by one alone, Who by his grave is in another place, See then my situtation, On account of which I have pain, and have been taken by another. Mock me then I'll take no revenge, You who know how much love can steal, Learn well what I have not, For I will greet nothing with surprise.|
|7/17/2012 11:23:39||Richard Freedman||Dc1507||This foul body requires a cure |
(My dear brother) and the sprit by contrast
Wants to be left alone, as in a prison.
The one yearns for the world, and the other seeks distraction from it,
This great pity from which you hear it bray.
Ha (said the body) must I die thus,
Go (said the body) better that you I wish,
Go (said the spirit) you err, and me too,
From Lord God the will is made.
|7/17/2012 11:28:11||Richard Freedman||Dc1508||Young spirits, who in pleasure seek the God of love, as conductor and guide, |
For you garde yourselves from being frustrated,
Surely he is the one who holds the bridle.
For he holds the reins so well in his hands,
In order to keep them under his will,
On account of which the will is changed and compelled,
To its ill will, and great confusion.
|7/17/2012 11:31:55||Richard Freedman||DC1510||Three husbands discussed among themselves,|
Which woman they found the best,
The one swears by God, that it seemed to him
That one should take a young one, at the right moment,
The middle aged is better (said the other), and loves better still.
The spirit of the old one seeks (said the third), to find the best.
By I think that in the case of the old,
That the best don't want it at all.
|7/17/2012 11:38:37||Richard Freedman||DC1516||Of a good love, and good hear undefamed,|
I offer you this small gift (madame),
Youth wishes, and compelled me to write
This, which I now would really like to say:
Within me love oppresses me with force,
To love the one, and you will be mistress,
Mad youth in love so burning,
Encounter me in meeting this battle:
I cannot defeat it, and thus can only lament,
For on your account, the struggle will never end.
|7/17/2012 12:19:25||Richard Freedman||DC1602||If ever I have wishsed,|
Of paternal insult,
Then I'd exclaim
O death! Your effort,
And your cruel countenance.
Then in my recent misfortunre,
The wind seemed ready, and the earth disdained me,
And I feel myself ravished (alas),
Upon this moist terrain.
|7/17/2012 12:19:37||Richard Freedman||DC1604||O God of love, I fell your power, |
Being struck by your amorous arrow.
Before I had no knolwedge,
Of your happy and unhappy effects.
Happy I say when the desire is not refused by the beloved party,
And to the contrary, it's an unfortunate thing,
To love by not to be loved in return.
Protect me then from this destiny,
God of pleasure, so often called upon.
|7/17/2012 12:19:52||Richard Freedman||DC1610||Friar Blaise with his [?], |
Returning from the wood while gathering sticks,
The winter he passed with a youth
Most pleasant and plump and fat,
He said in a manner of speaking:
Thus praise God (without moralizing)
Who had my stick with spines,
Such a stick after Matins.
|7/17/2012 12:20:06||Richard Freedman||DC1614||Rejoice yourself, and have good cheer, |
For you won't be provoked from the outset.
But if you set my anger aflame,
You'll hear what it's like to be laughed at.
|7/17/2012 12:20:18||Richard Freedman||DC1616||Oh that there will be a happy day! |
O how prized will be the moment,
When I'll see your eyes,
Let some good remain.
Since for that, fair one,
I assume you,
That if it comes well to pass,
And that your heart will remain with me,
I'll aways give you mine.
|7/17/2012 12:20:30||Richard Freedman||DC1617||I am love,|
The grand master of the gods.
I am he who rules the heavens,
I am he who rules the world,
Who uncovers the first forms,
Giving light and fending off Chaos.
The one who made this round machine.
|7/24/2013 16:18:21||Freedman||DC1316||Beloved if I love you to much|
You should not blame me unduly
For your beauty, your great grace,
Thus ignites my heart.
Such that I cannot prevent myself from loving
Your eyes, your mouth so rosy,
Because there is nothing in the sea,
Nor in the entire world, its equal.