Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2)Wolfram, von Eschenbach
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Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2)
Wolfram, von Eschenbach
Perceval (Legendary character) -- Romances
'Tis a symbol good, the bowstring, for swift as ye deem the
bow,
Yet the shaft that the bowstring speedeth findeth swifter its
aim, I trow!
And not without thought I said it, for the string, it seemeth
me, 275
Is like to the simple story wherewith men well-pleased shall
be;
For it goeth straight to its ending, while he who aside shall
stray,
Tho' his goal at last he reacheth findeth all too long his
way.
When unbent the bow thou sawest, then straight was, I ween,
the string,
From the straight line thou erst must draw it, ere the shaft
to its goal may wing. 280
But he who his story aimeth at the ear of a fool shall find
His shaft go astray, for no dwelling it findeth within his
mind.
Too wide is the road, I think me, and that which he chance to
hear
Ere yet he may know the meaning flies out at the other ear.
Far rather at home I 'ld bide me than in such ears my story
tell, 285
A beast, or a stock, I think me, as a hearer would serve as
well.
But further I fain would tell ye of this people so full of
woe
To whom he had come, our hero, glad song might they seldom
know,
Or sound of dance or of Tourney; so heavy were they at heart
That never a thought of gladness might find in their life a
part, 290
And oft shall the folk be fewer yet of joy shall have fuller
share,
But here every nook was crowded, nor space in the court to
spare.
The host to his guest spake kindly, 'Methinks they thy couch
have spread,
Art thou weary? then list my counsel, and get thee, my guest,
to bed.'
(Now here might I raise my war-cry at the parting betwixt the
twain, 295
For I wot well that bitter sorrow each must from the venture
gain.)
To the side of his host he stepped him, Parzival the fair of
face,
And the Fisher a fair night wished him--Then the knights
stepped each from his place,
And a part drew near towards him, and they led the stranger
guest
Straightway to a sleeping chamber, and goodly should be his
rest. 300
'Twas richly decked for his honour, and the couch it was
spread so fair
That my poverty sorely grieves me since the earth doth such
riches bear.
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