The troubadours sing in May
May. 1st, 2006 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustAl departir del brau tempier
Quan per la branca pueja.l sucs
Don reviu la genest'e.l brucs,
E floreysson li presseguier,
E la rana chant' el vivier,
E brota.l sauzes e.l saücs,
Contra.l termini qu'es yssucs
Suy d'un vers far en cossirier.
Now that the bad weather is past, and sap rises through the branch, bringing back to life the broom and the heather, now that the peach trees are blossoming and the frogs singing in the fishpond, and the willow and the elder are in bud, before summer's heat blasts all this, I think I'll write a poem...
Since this is Marcabrun, what follows this conventional opening is not a love poem but a complaint about modern society - but then, this May morning is cold and grey. Things don't always match your expectations.
Quan per la branca pueja.l sucs
Don reviu la genest'e.l brucs,
E floreysson li presseguier,
E la rana chant' el vivier,
E brota.l sauzes e.l saücs,
Contra.l termini qu'es yssucs
Suy d'un vers far en cossirier.
Now that the bad weather is past, and sap rises through the branch, bringing back to life the broom and the heather, now that the peach trees are blossoming and the frogs singing in the fishpond, and the willow and the elder are in bud, before summer's heat blasts all this, I think I'll write a poem...
Since this is Marcabrun, what follows this conventional opening is not a love poem but a complaint about modern society - but then, this May morning is cold and grey. Things don't always match your expectations.
