François Villon

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

Le Testament: Rondeau - Poem by François Villon

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Death, I cry out at your harshness,
That stole my girl away from me,
Yet you're not satisfied I see
Until I languish in distress.

Since then I've lost all liveliness:
What harm alive, to you, was she?
Death, I cry out at your harshness,
That stole my girl away from me.

Two we were, with one heart blessed:
If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,
I'll die, or I must lifeless be,
Like those statues made of lead.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 29, 2012



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