Medieval Poems

Candle light oscillating
Luxing like amoeba
Silenced to actuate
Jus Primae Noctis
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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
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At four o'clock
in the gun-metal blue dark
we hear the first crow of the first cock
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A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
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SINGING my days,
Singing the great achievements of the present,
Singing the strong, light works of engineers,
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Primitive

I ate my fill of a whale that died
And stranded after a month at sea. . . .
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PROUD music of the storm!
Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies!
Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Wind of the mountains!
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Today, because I couldn't find the shortcut through,
I had to walk this town's entire inner
perimeter to find
where the medieval walls break open
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Like medieval knights
Armor clad, in fields battle
To reap victory
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crimson nights
crimson rains
medieval trees
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A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
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Lay these words into the dead man's grave
next to the almonds and black cherries---
tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, eyes,
and Thou, O bitterness that pillows his head.
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In the medieval towns there was an increase in people
But if one was in search of a doctor
One had to go to the ghetto and Europe envied Juda.
Dark roads of the ghetto, but bright ways of work!
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Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
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POEM
I saw a shoe a' sailing
a' sailing on the sea
The fairies were it a' using
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Let not our town be large, remembering
That little Athens was the Muses' home,
That Oxford rules the heart of London still,
That Florence gave the Renaissance to Rome.
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Masks prose without links


When last I visited India almost a decade ago
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‘ Masculine Majesty … ’
Medieval Lines # 2

Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty
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Borinage was not a place of art or pictures.
But Vincent who was gifted with an artistic eye
And a perception beyond the ordinary.
For him, Borinage appeared beautiful, picturesque,
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Once I had this fanciful idea of recording
the silence in each great cathedral
and marketing these...
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Along the wynds and alleys of old Edinburgh, a city of historic places I wandered, thinking of the poets, Burns, Scott they walked the same paths. Dreams of the past surround your senses amongst the medieval buildings and the cobbled streets. Its beautiful in all seasons and captures your heart.
Michael Cochrane © 2024
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Read you not only modern India, British colonial India,
But also medieval India
And ancient India
Through subaltern approaches.
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The king, the ruler was a videshi
And how could it be the ruler going against
The masses
And taxing them in terms of levies?
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Geoffrey Chaucer (9)

I promised you in Geoffrey Chaucer (8) to repeat
what I have noted as the most important for the English Literature
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Still remember who he is?
In Geoffrey Chaucer Part 4
I am writing about the year 1300 - 1349
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Geoffrey Chaucer: (2)

This is the sequel of Introducing Geoffrey Chaucer, medieval English poet
He was an exceptionally gifted author and poet, Chaucer had a busy public life as a soldier, courtier, diplomat, and civil servant, serving a variety of public functions.
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Let me introduce Geoffrey Chaucer
Medieval English poet

He is considered the most important author
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To stand where Scottish Jacobites fought and died. To feel the centuries of history, on medieval castle walls. To explore the ancient Abbeys of the past in the tranquility of the lush countryside. To see bluebells
bloom in aspects of spring, dragonflies in the heat of summer, watching barnacle geese fly in winter overland and sea, Scotlands gifts for all to see.
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If I had been a ruler of a hive, I would all the same haf reigned over a stuffy, small, repulsive village. No exit for mundane ambitions. Black breed allows smth, if the skin is porcelaine white alluding at veins within. It is a combination for Victoresn times but even then, it was borrowed. Avtually Medieval times are avfair try to sail off backwards. Attributes for the past do not work. Snowwhite complexion, refined traits, paleness are literally fabulous. Civilization is blotted with verbal deceptions. The Universe knows little of itself, vif it is not alienated of comprehending, cogitating. We are servants of the upper palm. I also chaotically composing an abrupted secular myth, a brief Eliada for myself.2022
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Hilltop town of medieval towers, and beautiful countryside, of cypress trees, we walk through the Piazza Della Cisterna, old ladies in black sell Italian lace, children play and laugh eating ice cream, lovers drink wine in small cafés and steal a kiss in the afternoon sun. It's a feast for the senses and for the soul, the Duomo bells ring and a bride and groom step out a horse and carriage love is in the air.
Michael Cochrane ©
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