The Thirsty Blues Zippy Kid

(Dedicated to Natalie)

… E sapchatz, s'ieu tant non l'Ames,
La non saupra far verse ni sos
Ni non o feira, s'ilh no fos…
Peire d'Alverha IV, 47-49
The blue devils after the resplendency,
(or the blue notes…)
It began since you were absent,
Sprang up the incurable illness
And so I was tragically pent.
Now all the memory of the past is faint,
But those evanescent seconds made me love-lorn,
Then I can't went in the arms of Morpheus,
I've rumpled the bed until the morn,
I hanker for She of dark-pearl hair,
She, which is became my loss.
My lady-luve, how fond you man
Shall get convinced that this is not the boss?
Is it the poser to puzzle out in this seedy gloom?
Overly the languorous air is feeding on my breast,
Why your fancy evoked the infliction?
Why your likeness gives the frabjous feast?
The question that the heart troubles came.
I was in the feverish fettle,
I slept shadowed the flame martydoms,
I was worried now I settle.