I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty.'
'Fair and foul are near of kin,
And fair needs foul,' I cried.
'My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride.
'A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent;
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.'
Those veins must soon be dry; Live in a heavenly mansion, Not in some foul sty. the sorrow has gain crazy thoughts it nice poem
Rob, No, I think Crazy Jane is responding to his admonition that she is getting older and should 'Live in a heavenly mansion, Not in some foul sty.' She rejoins that 'foul and fair are near of kin, ' indeed, inextricably related. The last two lines are quite vivid, are they not, with plays on both the words 'sole' and 'whole.'
I don't think I really understand this poem. Is everything from 'My friends are gone..' to the the end spoken by the bishop? What do the last two lines mean?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A woman can be proud and stiff When on love intent; But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.' great crazy poem shared great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++