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Pisan, Christine de

· CHRISTINE DE PISAN: SEULETTE SUIS · Christine de Pisan: Belle, ce que j’ay requis · Christine de Pisan: ROUNDEL · Christine de Pisan: BALLAD · Christine de Pisan: BALLAD · Christine de Pisan: Trés doulce dame, or suis je revenu · Christine de Pisan: Priez, dames et damoiselles · Christine de Pisan: Il me semble qu’il a cent ans · Christine de Pisan: BALLAD · Christine de Pisan: BALLAD · Christine de Pisan: BALLAD · Christine de Pisan: Helas! le trés mauvais songe

CHRISTINE DE PISAN: SEULETTE SUIS

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Christine de Pisan
(ca. 1364-1430)

Seulette suis

Seulette suis et seulette veux être,
Seulette m’a mon doux ami laissée,
Seulette suis sans compagnon ni maître,
Seulette suis, dolente et courroucée,
Seulette suis en langueur malaisée,
Seulette suis plus que nulle égarée,
Seulette suis, sans ami demeurée.

Seulette suis à huis ou à fenêtre,
Seulette suis en un anglet mussée,
Seulette suis pour de pleurs me repaître,
Seulette suis, dolente ou apaisée,
Seulette suis, rien n’est qui tant me siée,
Seulette suis en ma chambre enserrée,
Seulette suis, sans ami demeurée.

Seulette suis partout et en tout estre (logis),
Seulette suis où je vais où je siée,
Seulette suis plus qu’autre rien terrestre,
Seulette suis de chacun délaissée,
Seulette suis durement abaissée,
Seulette suis souvent toute éplorée,
Seulette suis, sans ami demeurée.

Princes, or est ma douleur commencée:
Seulette suis de tout deuil menacée,
Seulette suis plus tainte que morée (couleur de mûre),
Seulette suis, sans ami demeurée.

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Christine de Pisan: Belle, ce que j’ay requis

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Christine de Pisan

(ca. 1364-1430)

 

Belle, ce que j’ay requis

 

Belle, ce que j’ay requis

Or le vueilliez ottroier,

Car par tant de fois proier

Bien le doy avoir conquis.

 

Je l’ay ja si long temps quis,

Et pour trés bien emploier,

Belle, ce que j’ay requis.

 

Se de moy avez enquis,

Ne me devez pas noyer

Mon guerdon, ne mon loier;

Car par raison j’ai acquis,

Belle, ce que j’ay requis.

 

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Christine de Pisan: ROUNDEL

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Christine de Pisan

(ca 1364-1430)

 

ROUNDEL

 

When you are come, joy is so all complete,

The heart leaps in my breast, beholding you,

O flower of beauty, O rose fresh and new,

Whose slave I am, whose servitude is sweet.

 

Lady of gracious ways, whom all men greet

Most beautiful of women and most true,

When you are come, joy is so all complete.

 

For you the happy festival shall meet

In glee; with none else have I need to do

For my delight; from you alone I drew

The life and joy that make my heart to beat,

When you are come, joy is so all complete.

 

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Christine de Pisan: BALLAD

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Christine de Pisan

(ca 1364-1430)

 

BALLAD

 

Thou, O Love, the traitor art!

Tender once as any may,

Then the wielder of the dart

That is pointed but to slay.

Thee with reason, by my fay,

Double-visaged we declare:

One is as the ashes grey,

But one is as an angel fair.

 

Loth am I to find my part

In the night without a ray,

Yet desire hath stung my heart

And I sigh in sorrow’s sway.

Gentle hope will never stay

In the mansions of despair:

One to death would point the way,

But one is as an angel fair.

 

Hope might in my spirit start,

Death thy servant bids her nay:

While beneath thy scourge I smart,

Doleful still must be my lay,

Since to set my steps astray,

Thou at once art wheat and tare:

One is like a devil, yea,

But one is as an angel fair.

 

Love, thou teachest me to say

Double tribute is to pay

For thy servants everywhere:

One is grievous, well-a-day!

But one is as an angel fair.

 

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Christine de Pisan: BALLAD

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Christine de Pisan

(ca 1364-1430)

 

BALLAD

 

Ah, Death, Death, Death, to thee I make my prayer!

Come, rend me from this dolorous world apart!

Life lures no longer: since my lady fair

Would have me shun her, let my hapless heart

Be very prey to pain and sorrow’s sword.

Gladness I leave and all delight for aye,

And thee alone, O Death, have I implored

Because my lady hath bidden me good-bye.

 

Alas, alas, what doleful news is there!

Never to knight assailed with glaive or dart

Came heavier trouble than the woes I share,

I, who have gathered up in shame and smart

An evil greater than I may record:

Since now my love from all adventure high

Must needs withdraw, and death be my reward

Because my lady hath bidden me good-bye.

 

Ah, lady of mine, can’st thou such hardness dare

And suffer me in anguish to depart

For love of thee? Yet Love must witness bear

Who knoweth no age can show, nor any art,

Servant more faithful both in deed and word

Among all lovers that he might espy:

But my mishaps a worser end afford

Because my lady hath bidden me good-bye.

 

Ah, God of love, why sufferest thou, fair lord,

That thus in sorrow undeserved I die?

All things I leave, of all to be abhorred,

Because my lady hath bidden me good-bye.

 

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Christine de Pisan: Trés doulce dame, or suis je revenu

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Christine de Pisan

(ca. 1364-1430)

 

Trés doulce dame, or suis je revenu

 

Trés doulce dame, or suis je revenu

Prest d’obeïr, s’il vous plait commander,

Comme vo serf vous me pouez mander.

 

J’ay longuement esté de joye nu

Hors du paÿs, mais, pour tout amender,

Trés doulce dame, or suis je revenu.

 

Mais je ne sçay s’il vous est souvenu

De moy qui vueil vous servir sanz tarder,

Et en espoir de vo grace garder,

Trés doulce dame, or suis je revenu.

 

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Christine de Pisan: Priez, dames et damoiselles

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Christine de Pisan

(ca. 1364-1430)

Priez, dames et damoiselles

 

Priez, dames et damoiselles,

Pour les bons chevaliers vaillans

Qui, pour soustenir voz querelles,

Mettent leurs corps et leurs vaillans:

Que ja Dieu ne leur soit faillans,

Ains leur doint honneur et victoire

Encontre tous leur assaillans,

Si qu’a tousjours en soit memoire.

 

Qui l’escu vert aux dames belles

Portent sanz estre deffaillans,

Pour demonstrer que l’onneur d’elles

Veulent, aux espées taillans,

Garder contre leur mauvueillans.

Si devez prier Dieu de gloire

Que priz et loz soient cueillans,

Si qu’a tousjours en soit memoire.

 

Du bon Torsay bonnes nouvelles

Avons, com preux et traveillans

Les armes Obissecourt, celles

Facent joye a ses bienvueillans;

Castelbayart qui est veillans

A poursuivre armes, chose est voire,

A honneur en soit hors saillans,

Si qu’a tousjours en soit memoire.

 

Or priez Dieu a yeulx moillans,

Qu’on die d’eulx si bonne hystoire,

Que chascun en soit merveillans,

Si qu’a tousjours en soit memoire.

 

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Christine de Pisan: Il me semble qu’il a cent ans

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Christine de Pisan

(ca. 1364-1430)

 

Il me semble qu’il a cent ans

 

Il me semble qu’il a cent ans

Que mon ami de moy parti!

Il ara quinze jours par temps,

Il me semble qu’il a cent ans!

Ainsi m’a anuié le temps,

Car depuis lors qu’il departi

Il me semble qu’il a cent ans!

 

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Christine de Pisan: BALLAD

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Christine de Pisan

(ca 1364-1430)

 

BALLAD

 

Command of me, my Lady and my queen,

All thy good pleasure, as I were thy slave,

Which I shall do with glad and humble mien

That whatsoe’er thou willest, thou may’st have.

I owe no less

Being bound thereto for so great pleasantness,

More than to other lovers may betide:

For sweeter are thy gifts than all beside.

 

Thy love delivered me from dule and teen,

All that was needful to my soul it gave:

Is there not here in truth good reason seen

Thy love should rule the heart thy love did save?

Ah, what mistress

So guerdoneth her servant with largess

Of love’s delight? The rest have I denied,

For sweeter are thy gifts than all beside.

 

Since such a harvest of reward I glean,

Love in my heart hath risen like a wave:

Thy slave am I, as I thy slave have been,

While life shall last. Ah, damsel bright and brave,

Sweet patroness

Of spirit and strength, and lady of noblesse,

All other comfort doth my heart deride,

For sweeter are thy gifts than all beside.

 

Most dear princess

Of joy thou art the fount, as I confess:

I thirst no longer, but am satisfied,

For sweeter are thy gifts than all beside.

 

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Christine de Pisan: BALLAD

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Christine de Pisan

(ca 1364-1430)

 

BALLAD

 

In all the world is none so happy here

Nor is there any joy to match with mine,

Since she that hath no rival and no peer

Doth mercifully to my suit incline.

Her slave am I till death, for all my pain

In very truth hath met with guerdon meet:

She was my help on whom I called amain,

For she hath granted me her love so sweet.

 

Fair queen, in whom all nobleness is clear,

Thou would’st not have me for thy presence pine:

Nay, bid me cry in every lover’s ear,

“Thirsty was I for Love’s immortal wine!”

Not all my weeping might the gift obtain,

Yet she, enthroned on beauty’s mercy-seat,

Hath pardoned all: too soon did I complain

For she hath granted me her love so sweet.

 

Now to delight returns the torrent drear

That of my mourning was the sorry sign:

Now am I joyous and of merry cheer,

More than aforetime in her grace divine.

Love bade me follow in his chosen train

Where gladness walks beside my lady’s feet,

Nor any loss is mingled with my gain,

For she hath granted me her love so sweet.

 

Princess of love, my sorrow I disdain

Since out of mourning cometh joy complete

By grace of her who is love’s suzerain,

For she hath granted me her love so sweet.

 

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Christine de Pisan: BALLAD

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Christine de Pisan

(ca 1364-1430)

 

BALLAD

 

Farewell, my lady dear and dread,

Farewell, of all sovereign and queen,

Farewell, perfect and sacred head,

Farewell, who dost all honour mean,

Farewell, true heart, loyal and clean,

Farewell, best flower the world doth bear,

Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair!

 

Farewell, O wise, that no ill said,

Farewell, river that made life green,

Farewell, in whom fame harboured,

Farewell, voice that all ears could win,

Farewell, solace of all my teen,

Farewell, whose grace is wide as air,

Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair!

 

Farewell, soft look that through me sped,

Farewell, more fair than Helen queen,

Farewell, body and sweet soul wed,

Farewell, thou most gracious demesne,

Farewell, pole-star, joyous and keen,

Farewell, fountain of valour rare,

Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair!

 

Farewell, Princess of noblest mien,

Farewell, thou aweing smile serene,

Farewell, without fault, sin’s despair,

Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair!

 

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Christine de Pisan: Helas! le trés mauvais songe

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Christine de Pisan

(ca. 1364-1430)

 

Helas! le trés mauvais songe

 

Helas! le trés mauvais songe

Que j’ay ceste nuit songé,

Fait que mon cuer toudis songe.

 

Oncques ne retint esponge

Mieulx chose, certes, que j’é,

Helas! le trés mauvais songe.

 

Mais ne me dit chose dont je

Doye esperer que congié;

Dieux doint que ce soit mençonge,

Helas! le trés mauvais songe.

 

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