Grace is delighted to kick off this year’s Lent series. Every other week during Lent Grace will have a guest who has chosen a Lenten-themed poem to share. Today, though, is just a little meditative beginning with three Middle English poems, text below, translations by Grace Hamman.
Westminster Abbey MS 27 (175 in Carleton Brown's XVth Century Lyrics)
Wise men bene but scorned,
Grete men arn bot glosid,
& smale men arn borne doun & myslosed,
Wise men are only mocked,
and widows are forgotten,
& the little ones are downtrodden and blamed,
The powerful grow ever more blind,
Truth itself no man can find.
Advocates Lib. 18.7.21 (66 in Brown's XIVth Century Lyrics)
I haue the wonnen in fith.
Man, to be your advocate.
And love stopped me here.
Man to buy so dear [at a high cost].
I have won thee in the fight.
Advocates MS 19. I. II, (111 in Brown's XVth Century Lyrics)
I Haue laborede sore and suffered deyth,
and now I Rest and draw my breyght,
but I schall come and call Ryght sone
heuene and erght and hell to dome;
and thane schall know both devyll and mane,
What I was and what I ame.
I have labored sore and suffered death,
and now I rest and draw my breath,
but I shall come and call very soon
heaven and earth and hell to doom [judgment];
And then shall know, both devil and man,