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Thank you for sharing this Evelyn. I was surprised to see how long ago this was written.
Me too, just heard it late at night on Poetry Please and was astonished to see it was written in the 16th century – it sounded so up to the minute… seems there’s nothing new under the sun after all!
Ace melancholy, Evelyn. Very good poem. On a less lit crit note, what a whoppingly splendid name the writer has.
I agree Charles – though whoppingly splendid Chideock Tichbourne met a grisly end for his plot against Elizabeth I.
I’m awfully sad to hear that, Evelyn. How could a monarch lop the nut off a chap called Chideock? Did he write the poem in the Tower?
Allegedly, but it seems a bit ‘considered’ for one about to be hung, drawn and quartered next day! Who knows, maybe that sort of thing concentrates the mind somewhat?
Lovely poem Evelyn. I think we mistake the freshness of a new born language for the feel of modernity. Reading the poetry of the time it is as though English suddenly broke out of its medieval bonds: simple, supple ready to hand and mind.
I wish I knew more about the history of language 🙁
I just wish I knew more…..