Deepa

Je viens d'entendre un poème qui me bouleverse. Il est lu par l'excellent Paul Damian compte insta : https://www.instagram.com/pauldamianelegy/ Rondel of Merciless Beauty – Geoffrey Chaucer Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly, Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen, Only your word will heal the injury. To wound me further is now your delight, With wit and cruelty you do me spite; I have no remedy but to die silently. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly, Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen, Only your word will heal the injury. So wounded am I by your cruelty, That I despair of all relief or cure; Unless you grant me mercy I endure In sorrow's jail, my joy all fled from me. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly, Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen, Only your word will heal the injury.