Poem into poem: Translating François Villon: Robert Schechter, 'Ballade of the Ladies'
Would someone kindly tell me please Where the Roman, Flora, went? And where is Alcibiades, Her cousin? In what continent? And Echo, singing merriment… Speak up now, someone, if you know, Is Echo’s lovely timbre spent? And where did last year’s snowflakes go? And where on earth is Heloise Whose lover’s private parts were rent, The subject of such cruelties Brought down in such a foul descent? And…
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