Poem Analysis: Bisclavret By Marie De France

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Title: Bisclavret Author: Marie De France pages:
II. Presentation
While I am setting myself to creating lais,
I do not wish to forget that of Bisclavret.
Bisclavret is its name in Breton,
Gaul it is called by the Normans.
Long ago men heard poets sing and often saw it come to pass, that several men Garulfs became and in the woods they made their home.
Garulf, this is a savage beast; when he is in this rage, men devoures he, and does great harm,
In Brittany there lived a baron whom I have heard greatly praised. He was a good and handsome knight who conducted himself nobly. He was one of his lord's closest advisors and was well loved by all his neighbors. As his wedded wife he had a woman who was worthy and attractive in appearance. He loved her and she returned his love.
But one thing caused her great worry; each week he was absent for three full days without her knowing what became of him or where he went, and no one in the household knew what happened to him.
One day, when he had returned home in high spirits, she questioned him. "My lord," she said, "my dear, sweet love, I would gladly ask you something, if only I dared; but there is nothing I fear more than your anger."
When he heard this, he embraced her, drew her towards him and kissed her. "My lady," he said, "come, ask your question! There is nothing you can ask which I shall not tell you, if I know the answer."
"In faith," she said, "I am relieved to hear this. My lord, I am so fraught with anxiety the days you are apart from me, my heart is so heavy and I have such a fear of losing you that I shall surely die shortly from this unless I soon get help. Please tell me where you go, what becomes of you and where you stay. I think you must have a lover and, if this is so, you are doing