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Friday, October 05, 2007

Dedicated to the Young Man Who Was Checking Me Out at Mass Yesterday

The Girls of Llanbadarn

I am one of passion's asses,
Plague on all these parish lasses!
Though I long for them like mad,
Not one female have I had,
Not a one in all my life,
Virgin, damsel, hag, or wife.
What maliciousness, what lack,
What does make them turn their back?
Would it be a shame to be
In a bower of leaves with me?
No one's ever been so bitched,
So bewildered, so bewitched
Saving Garwy's lunatics
By their foul fantastic tricks.

So I fall in love, I do,
Every day, with one or two,
Get no closer, any day,
Than an arrow's length away.
Every single Sunday, I,
Llanbadarn can testify,
Go to church and take my stand
With my plumed hat in my hand,
Make my reverence to the altar,
Find the right page in my psalter,
Turn my back on holy God,
Face the girls, and wink, and nod
For a long, long time, and look
Over feather, at the folk.
Suddenly, what do I hear?
A stage whisper, all too clear,
A girl's voice, and her companion
Isn't slow at catching on.

'See that simple fellow there,
Pale and with his sister's hair
Giving me those leering looks
Wickeder than any crook's?'

'Don't you think that he's sincere?'
Asks the other in her ear.
"All I'll give him is Get out!
Let the Devil take the lout!'

Pretty payment, in return
For the love with which I burn.
Burn for what? The bright girl's gift
Offers me the shortest shrift.
I must give them up, resign
These fear-troubled hopes of mine:
Better be a hermit, thief,
Anything, to bring relief.
Oh, strange lesson, that I must
Go companionless and lost,
Go because I looked too long,
I, who loved the power of song.

(Dafydd ap Gwilym, fl. 1340-1370)

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2 Comments:

  • I smile.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:08 AM  

  • A lovely poem, but, as my grandmother used to say, "Chiggers can't be boozers."

    Don't write the flirt off too quickly. I mean, after all, he was at mass. He could have been home doing nasty things on the internet, but instead spent 45 minutes in contemplation of the Passion of Christ.

    By Blogger Aidan, at 11:10 AM  

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