Poet's Corner

[Ringo]

This is what the English language looked like at the time of the early 13th century.

Excerpt from the poem The Owl and the Nightingale

Ich habbe iherd, and soþ hit is,
þe mon mot beo wel storre-wis,
þat wite innoh of wucche þinge kume,
so þu seist þe is iwune.
Hwat canstu, wrecche þing, of storre,
bute þat þu bihauest hi feorre?

Can anyone read and understand this?

 

[expat500]

To be silent the whole day, see no newspaper, hear no radio, listen to no gossip, be thoroughly and completely lazy, thoroughly and completely indifferent to the fate of the world is the finest medicine a man can give himself. ~Henry Miller

 

[expat500]

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

JRR Tolkien.