Translated be Willis Barnstone
From: Poetry For The Earth
This planctus (lament) is the best known surviving woman’s lament from the Latin Middle Ages
Wind is thin,
sun warm,
the earth overflows
with good things.
Spring is purple
jewelry;
flowers on the ground
green in the forest.
Quadrupeds shine
and wander. Birds
nest. On blossoming
branches they cry joy!
My eyes see, my ears
hear so much, and
I am thrilled.
Yet I swallow sighs.
Sitting here alone,
I turn pale. When strong
enough to lift my head,
I hear and see nothing.
Spring, hear me.
Despite green woods,
my spirit rots.
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