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Romance of the Prisoner/Romance of the Prisoner
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13 Romance of the Prisoner Romance of the Prisoner It was May, yes, May It was January, yes, January, when the heat is in the air when the heat is in the air when the wheat forms its stalks when wind blows hard and the fields are full of flowers, through the blossoming salt marshes, whe the lark sings when sparrows sing and the nightingale answers, and our sorrow answers, when the lovers when lovers go and bow down to love; spill their blood for love; but I, sad wretch but I, surviving live behind bars in this sad prison, know neither the day I swear it is daytime nor the nights’ stars, when clearly it is still the night, except by a bird all because of a small bird that sang to me at morn. that shouted revolution. A crossbowman killed it; Soldiers killed it; God give him his reward. God give them their reward. Anonymous Alicia Partnoy 14th Century 21st Century ...