Forrest Hainline Poems
|134.||Poem For My Mother||8/25/2007|
|147.||Teaching The Young||10/2/2007|
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General Prologue 17: The Wife Of Bath - Geoffrey Chaucer (Forrest Hainline's Minimalist Translation)
A good Wife was there of beside Bath,
But she was somewhat deaf, and that was scathe.
Of cloth making she had such a haunt
She passed them of Ypres and of Ghent.
In all the parish wife was there none
That to the offering before her should go on;
And if they did, certain so wroth was she
That she was out of all charity.
Her coverchiefs full fine were of ground;
I do swear they weighed ten pound
That on a Sunday were upon her head.
Her hose were of fine scarlet red,
Full straight tied, and shoes full moist and new.
Bold was her face, and fair, and red ...
Sun just low enough
To shine beneath my bill cap
Morning light, bring peace
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