Eustache Deschamps

(1338 - 1406 / Vertus, Champagne)

Rondeau - Poem by Eustache Deschamps

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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