How Long the Night

How Long the Night

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

How Long the Night
anonymous Middle English poem, circa early 13th century AD
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
 

It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
with the mild pheasants' song ...
but now I feel the northern wind's blast,
its severe weather strong.
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long!
And I, because of my momentous wrong,
now grieve, mourn and fast.
 

Originally published by Measure

© 2020 Michael R. Burch


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Added on September 12, 2019
Last Updated on March 1, 2020
Tags: Translation, Old English, Middle English, Medieval English, Modernization, Lament, Complaint, Summer, Winter, Wind, North Wind, Night, Sin, Grief, Mourning, Fasting