Eustache Deschamps

(1338 - 1406 / Vertus, Champagne)

Rondeau - Poem by Eustache Deschamps

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Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.

Leeks, and cabbage three days old,
Smoked meat, as hard and black as coal;
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.

Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-
Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.


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  • (3/19/2008 3:49:00 AM)


    this is so funny :))
    Trust me, nowadays bohemians have good living conditions (or at least they do in my country...) But they don't want to live a harmonious and clean life.It's just not their 'style'.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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