There was also a Reeve and a Miller, <br />A Summoner and a Pardoner also, <br />A Manciple, and myself, - there were no more. <br /> <br /> The Miller was a stout carl for the nonce; <br />Full big he was of brawn, and too of bones. <br />That proved well, for over all there he came, <br />At wrestling he would have always the ram. <br />He was short-shouldered, broad, a thick knarre; <br />There was no door that he could not heave off harre, <br />Or break it at a running with his head. <br />His beard as any sow or fox was red, <br />And thereto broad as it were a spade. <br />Upon the top right of his nose he had <br />A wart, and thereon stood a tuft of hairs, <br />Red as the bristles of a sow’s ears; <br />His nostrils black were and wide. <br />A sword and buckler bore he by his side. <br />His mouth as great was as a great furnace. <br />He was a janglere and a goliardies, <br />And that was most of sin and harlotries. <br />Well could he steal corn toll threes; <br />And yet he had a thumb of gold, pardie. <br />A white cope and a blue hood wore he. <br />A bagpipe well could he blow and sound, <br />And therewithal he brought us out of town. <br /> <br />© 2009 Forrest Hainline<br /><br />Forrest Hainline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/general-prologue-20-the-miller-geoffrey-chaucer-forrest-hainline-s-minimalist-translation/
