thaliarchus

@thaliarchus

The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.

'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'

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thaliarchus
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Heo was alre yungest, | of sothe yaer-witelest,
And the King heo lovede more | thanne ba tueie the othre.
Cordoille iherde tha lasinge | the hire sustren seiden thon kinge;
Nom hire leaf-fulne huie | that heo lighen nolden.

She was youngest of them, | about truth the most keen-witted,
And the King loved her more | than both of the other two.
Cordelia heard the lying | that her sisters said to the king;
She swore a faithful oath to herself | that she would not lie.

Layamon's Brut, c. 1200, lines 1512–15: from part of the poem that forms possibly the earliest version of the story of King Lear in English. There are versions earlier still in Latin—Geoffrey of Monmouth—and Norman French—Wace.

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