thy mouth
My love is repulsive,
I put them everywhere.
Although not love,
Under this power, wondrous
I'm obsessed with you.
Heinrich Von Morungen. 13 century. Poetry minnesingers .
read a quote one vkontakte friend - and do not understand why people read the medieval tales of King Arthur?
what that means: perverse form of masochism, or just a dream of boots and a white horse? it is now fashionable?
Indeed, in summer 2010 anyone - even you - not like Don Quixote, and these people end up badly, dear. And the image of a romantic troubadour accident You do not go, really.
So ....
Chretien de Troyes develops one of the main provisions of the new understanding of courtly love as a service to a married lady considering it the most perfect and worthy form of passion.
now almost out of creativity:
whole world Love has won,
Everywhere She triumphed
without a fight in the battle,
And hater its
Ivaynu destined to fall in love,
And the heart without not to fight,
Though unknown mistress,
What a corpse already
She cruelly revenged:
; Killer saucy fascinated.
fatally beauty,
And there is no reliable shield
from this delightful affliction.
life and death is not in our power.
sharper than any blade
Love stink for sure.
incurable the wound.
hurts more, oddly enough, She
in the presence of a physician,
blood of young hot.
terrible persecution of all
Incurable wounds.
Iveyn Love defeated,
suffer eternally condemned.
Love could, as we know,
Settle everywhere.
And, as Love did not bother
wandering among different locations,
Providing preference
monastery, where the desolation?
As if not knowing shame,
She settles there,
Exits and hurries back
hundredfold and thousandfold,
housing is not cast his own.
Such a deity:
and being desolate lives,
misery prefers,
satisfied with her Nest,
As if in the best house
She solemnly moved in
And with all my heart glad.
From the heights of steps down into the mud
Love, no shame.
So one can not but marvel:
Heavenly Love bring shame upon oneself,
spraying here and there in the stench of dust
your balm,
Blossoms at the wretched place,
And her shame dearer honor.
Her cooking if you please eat!
And bile mix with sugar
Sometimes tries and even
Podbavit honey to the black soot.
Love pursues the Kings,
subservient to it each Knight,
humbly serve her monks,
And in front of her ladies in fear.
Love the throat of all assumes,
And everyone knows in advance
Psalms of Love, the holy hymns.
Read letters of gold!
Henry von Morungen demonize Minne (medieval image of the ancient Greek goddess Venus). Sometimes Minne portrayed as magical, sickness, almost deadly force and as a religious and mystical image.
and again a little creativity:
lady, if you want to cure me,
look at me moment.
I can not resist more,
because I would have lost lives.
I'm sick, my heart is wounded,
Lady, with me it did
my eyes and your red lips.
lady, look at my pain,
before I lose my life.
You told me one word:
changed it, dear lady.
You always say no, No,
no, no, no, no, no,
and that you break my heart.
Can not you ever say yes,
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes?
That's what bothers my heart.
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