François Villon

(c. 1431 – after 5 January 1463 / Paris)

The Ballad Of The Proverbs - Poem by François Villon

So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep.
So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks.
So long you heat iron, it will glow;
so heavily you hammer it, it shatters.
So good is the man as his praise;
so far he will go, and he's forgotten;
so bad he behaves, and he's despised.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

So glib you talk, you end up in contradictions.
So good is your credit as the favors you got.
So much you promise that you will back out.
So doggedly you beg that your wish is granted;
so high climbs the price when you want a thing;
so much you want it that you pay the price;
so familiar it gets to you, you want it no more.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

So, you love a dog. Then feed it!
So long a song will run that people learn it.
So long you keep the fruit, it will rot.
So hot the struggle for a spot that it is won;
so cool you keep your act that your spirit freezes;
so hurriedly you act that you run into bad luck;
so tight you embrace that your catch slips away.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

So you scoff and laugh, and the fun is gone.
So you crave and spend, and lose your shirt.
So candid you are, no blow can be too low.
So good as a gift should a promise be.
So, if you love God, you obey the Church.
So, when you give much, you borrow much.
So, shifting winds turn to storm.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

Prince, so long as a fool persists, he grows wiser;
so, round the world he goes, but return he will,
so humbled and beaten back into servility.
So loud you cry Christmas, it is here.


Comments about The Ballad Of The Proverbs by François Villon

  • Susan Williams (3/18/2017 3:30:00 PM)


    Reminds me of Proverbs in the Bible... for me it is best to read one and muse over it for a day or two than to read so many and their message becomes diluted. (Report) Reply

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  • Tom Allport (3/18/2017 6:42:00 AM)


    a so so poem of many outcomes and then before you no it? It's Christmas again! (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (3/18/2017 6:20:00 AM)


    Too many thoughts...too many approaches...too many results....life is like that to bring in something virtuous with too loud cry too.....great (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/18/2017 3:19:00 AM)


    It Is here! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (3/18/2017 1:44:00 AM)


    So glib you talk, you end up in contradictions.
    So good is your credit as the favors you got.
    So much you promise that you will back out.
    So doggedly you beg that your wish is granted!

    A poem that takes you through a lane of myriad images,
    contradictions, promises, pleasure-pain, fools humbled and beaten
    and a loud cry of Christmas is here!
    A ballad of the Proverbs, truly sets you thinking hard.
    (Report) Reply

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (3/18/2017 1:39:00 AM)


    Good use of the repetition of the word 'so'
    to draw more emphasis on the poem.

    Nice poem.
    Sylva
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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