Saturday, February 23, 2008

Literary Fashion: Chaucer's Prioresse


Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was,
Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas,
Hir mouth ful small, and therto softe and reed.
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed—
It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe—
For hardily she was nat undergrowe.

—Geoffrey Chaucer, General Prologue to the Canterbury Tales

3 comments:

enc said...

I love beautiful old language.

I posted a couple of Langston Hughes poems on my site one day, and you should have heard the crickets chirping in the comments section that day!

miss cavendish said...

I was just talking about Hughes and Hurston today, who shared the same patron for a time. They're both, well, American treasures!

WendyB said...

A+ on your Chaucer studies!