Geoffrey Chaucer
London, England
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Rating: 2.9
This wrecched worldes transmutacioun,
As wele or wo, now povre and now honour,
Withouten ordre or wys discrecioun
Governed is by Fortunes errour.
But natheles, the lak of hir favour
Ne may nat don me singen though I dye,
Jay tout perdu mon temps et mon labour;
For fynally, Fortune, I thee defye.

Yit is me left the light of my resoun
To knowen frend fro fo in thy mirour.
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A great delightful poem and taken stories from Greek philosophy I presume though I can't fully understand the meanings. There I will read it another time and continue.....
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Crystal Pierce 24 March 2015
I thought this piece was very different from those of which I've read. It is quite delightful!
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Kay Staley 24 March 2015
I would love to find the beautiful truths in this poem but alas, it is quite above my level of understanding.
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