The Ballad of Dead Ladies Francois Villon (1431–1463)

The Ballad of Dead Ladies

Francois Villon (1431–1463)

TELL me now in what hidden way is 

Lady Flora the lovely Roman?

Where ’s Hipparchia, and where is Thais,   

Neither of them the fairer woman?  

Where is Echo, beheld of no man,            5

Only heard on river and mere,—      

She whose beauty was more than human?

But where are the snows of yester-year?   

Where ’s Heloise, the learned nun,   

For whose sake Abeillard, I ween,             10

Lost manhood and put priesthood on?    

 (From love he won such dule and teen!)   

And where, I pray you, is the Queen

Who willed that Buridan should steer        

Sewed in a sack’s mouth down the Seine? 15

But where are the snows of yester-year?   

White Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies,         

With a voice like any mermaiden,— 

Bertha Broadfoot, Beatrice, Alice,     

And Ermengarde the lady of Maine,—               20

And that good Joan whom Englishmen    

At Rouen doomed and burned her there,—       

Mother of God, where are they then?        

But where are the snows of yester-year?   

Nay, never ask this week, fair lord,            25

Where they are gone, nor yet this year,     

Except with this for an overword,— 

But where are the snows of yester-year?

INTERPRETAION:

The ballad is in a tone of lamentation that tells about even though how fame and glory you get, even royalties and even the most fairest woman is vulnerable to death and when the time has come it will claim your soul like a heat of spring melting the snow of winter