Fran Ois Villon

Who’s that I hear?—It’s me—Who?—Your heart

I lose all my strength, substance, and fluidWhen I see you withdrawn this way all aloneLike a whipped cur sulking in the cornerIs it due to your mad hedonism?—What’s it to you?—I have to suffer for it—Leave me alone—Why?—I’ll think about it—When will you do that?—When I’ve grown up—I’ve nothing more to tell you—I’ll survive…

WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER

Emperiere des infemaux palus….Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithalCrowned Empress of the nether clefts of Hell,—I, thy poor Christian, on thy name do call,Commending me to thee, with thee to dwell,Albeit in nought I be commendable.But all mine undeserving may not marSuch mercies as thy sovereign mercies are;Without the which (as true words testify)No…

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As a prayer now, to our Mistress– She who bore bitter pain for me,God knows, and also much sadness –I’ve no other castle or fortress,That my body and soul can summon,When I’m faced with life’s distress,Nor has my mother, poor woman:Ballade‘Lady of Heaven, earthly queen,Empress of the infernal regions,Receive me, a humble Christian,To live among…