Belancholy Days by Anonymous (via facebook)

Chilly Dovebber with his boadig blast
Dow cubs add stribs the bedow add the lawd,
Eved October's suddy days are bast—
And Subber's gawd!

I kdow dot what it is to which I cligg,
That stirs to sogg and sorrow, yet I trust
That still I sigg, but as the liddets sigg—
Because I bust.

Add now, farewell to roses add to birds,
To laded fields and tigkligg streablets eke;
Farewell to all articulated words
I fain would speak.

Farewell, by cherished strolliggs od the sward,
Greed glades and forest shades, farewell to you;
With sorrowing heart I, wretched add forlord,
Bid you—achew!!!

((from *The Penguin Book of Nonsense Verse*, Quentin Blake, ed., 1995)        

MELANCHOLY DAYS

Chilly November with his moaning blast
Now comes and strips the meadow and the lawn;
Even October's sunny days are past—
And summer's gone!

I know not what it is to which I cling,
That stirs to song and sorrow, yet I trust
That still I sing, but as the linnets sing—
Because I must.

And now, farewell to roses and to birds,
To laden fields and tinkling streamlets eke;
Farewell to all articulated words
I fain would speak.

Farewell, my cherished strollings on the sward,
Green glades and forest shades, farewell to you;
With sorrowing heart I, wretched and forlorn,
Bid you—adieu!

                (tr. by Anthony Madrid)

Comments

[Stacey]

This is hilarious. Reminds me of Nabokov's Quilty: "To borrow and to borrow and to borrow."
Stacey