Saturday, May 26, 2018

JOHN BALL Comments

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Wycliffe's words and Langland's gave the Englisc
back their tongue. Manor french and church latin,
cut-off in the throat, battening behind
the buttresses of keeps and cathedrals,
parsing and declining. Johon Schepe
proclaims his hedgerow gospel, singing
from the furze like a yellowhammer:
Johan the Mullere hath ygrounde smal, smal, smal.
The Kynges sone of hevene schal pay for al.
Be war or ye be wo; Knoweth your freend
fro your foo. Haveth ynow, and seith ‘Hoo!'
There were no lords in Eden's commune.
Scythes sharpened on whetstones, gente non sancta.
War will follow the Word.
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