Erec/Mabonagrin = OTP
Friday, January 23rd, 2009 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hartmann writes slash, too:
My translation (read with a grain of salt, and there may not be enough grains):
(Then, the cordial love rose
after great victory.
They loved without a bed:
The goal of their love was
that should one fall down
he would be dead
They kissed with their lances
through the shields on their breasts
with such passion
that the lances of ash wood
broke apart to the hands
so that the splinters flew up in the air.)
Now, I know, male bonding, minne was a general term for love at the time this was written, the modes of feeling displayed in medieval texts are sometimes strange to our sensibilities, and Erec is all about different kinds of minne. I know that. But still.
Passionate kisses? With lances? Really?
I probably need to get from the medieval texts and get some coffee, or some fresh air.
"hie huop sich herzeminne
nâch starkem gewinne.
si minneten sunder bette:
diu minne stuont ze wette,
sweder nider gelæge,
dem wart der tôt wæge.
mit scheften si sich kusten
durch schilte zuo den brusten
mit solher minnekrefte
daz die eschînen schefte
kleine unz an die hant zekluben
und daz die spiltern ûfe stuben." (Erec, 9106-9117)
nâch starkem gewinne.
si minneten sunder bette:
diu minne stuont ze wette,
sweder nider gelæge,
dem wart der tôt wæge.
mit scheften si sich kusten
durch schilte zuo den brusten
mit solher minnekrefte
daz die eschînen schefte
kleine unz an die hant zekluben
und daz die spiltern ûfe stuben." (Erec, 9106-9117)
(Then, the cordial love rose
after great victory.
They loved without a bed:
The goal of their love was
that should one fall down
he would be dead
They kissed with their lances
through the shields on their breasts
with such passion
that the lances of ash wood
broke apart to the hands
so that the splinters flew up in the air.)
Now, I know, male bonding, minne was a general term for love at the time this was written, the modes of feeling displayed in medieval texts are sometimes strange to our sensibilities, and Erec is all about different kinds of minne. I know that. But still.
Passionate kisses? With lances? Really?
I probably need to get from the medieval texts and get some coffee, or some fresh air.