François Villon Poems
|1.||Ballade [the Goat Scratches So Much It Can'T Sleep]||1/29/2015|
|2.||Ballad Of The Gibbet||12/12/2014|
|3.||Ballade [i Die Of Thirst Beside The Fountain]||1/28/2015|
|4.||Le Testament: Rondeau||3/29/2012|
|5.||Le Testament: Ballade: ‘item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'||3/29/2012|
|6.||Le Testament: Epitaph Et Rondeau||3/29/2012|
|9.||Le Testament: Ballade: A S'Amye||3/29/2012|
|11.||Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmière||3/29/2012|
|12.||The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge||3/29/2012|
|13.||Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert D'Estouteville||3/29/2012|
|14.||Ballade: Du Concours De Blois||3/29/2012|
|16.||Villon’s Epitaph (Ballade Of The Hanged Men)||1/13/2003|
|18.||The Debate Between Villon And His Heart||1/13/2003|
|19.||Ballade To Our Lady||1/13/2003|
|20.||Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore||1/13/2003|
|21.||Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Ballad Of The Proverbs||1/13/2003|
Comments about François Villon
The Ballad Of The Proverbs
So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep.
So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks.
So long you heat iron, it will glow;
so heavily you hammer it, it shatters.
So good is the man as his praise;
so far he will go, and he's forgotten;
so bad he behaves, and he's despised.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.
So glib you talk, you end up in contradictions.
So good is your credit as the favors you got.
So much you promise that you will back out.
So doggedly you beg that your wish is granted;
so high climbs the price when you want a ...
I have a tree, a graft of Love,
That in my heart has taken root;
Sad are the buds and blooms thereof,
And bitter sorrow is its fruit;
Yet, since it was a tender shoot,
So greatly hath its shadow spread,
That underneath all joy is dead,
And all my pleasant days are flown,
Nor can I slay it, nor instead