Whan that
Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of
March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed
every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu
engendred is the flour,
Whan Zephirus
eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath
in every holt and heeth
The tendre
croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram
his halve cours yronne…
Geoffrey Chaucer |
Thus begins the
first great English poem. The
Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
(circa 1343-1400) wasn’t the first poem in what we call Middle English, nor did
it cause English to become the official language of the British Isles. What it
did do, says author Peter Ackroyd in his modern
English prose translation, was mark the emergence of English as the
language that was becoming what most people spoke. The royal court still
conducted its business in French, but that, too, was changing.
It is a work
that stopped as a work in progress. Chaucer completed the General Prologue and less
than a third of the planned 120 tales, stories told by a group of pilgrims
traveling to and from St.
Thomas Becket’s shrine at Canterbury
Cathedral. The pilgrims represent virtually all levels of society –
merchants, knights, religious figures, tradesman, lawyers, doctors, and more.
Chaucer didn’t confine himself to men – in fact, the Wife of Bath is one of the
most memorable characters in the entire poem, and with a prologue that is the
longest of any of the tales.
To continue
reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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