Lonely Blue Boy

from The General Prologue to The Canterbury Tales - Geoffrey Chaucer (1340? - 1400)

Whan that April whith his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendered is the flour;
When Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hat in every holt and heeth
The tenfre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes,
To fern halwes, kowthe on sondry londes;
And specially from every shores ende
Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

(lines 1 - 18)

i had to memorise this for school. i remembered lines 1-14, and had to look up the rest of it. and would you be surprised to know that i've yet to find some use for it? i thought about trying it in a pub, but i'm afraid i might get my head kicked in for being a pretentious show-off twat. so why am i posting this now? well, the first line referred to the month of April. so, do you see how my mind works now?

interestingly, i also saw a film of the Canterbury Tales directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini many years ago. an x-rated version, i might add. it was boring as boring could be. watch it at your own risk.

:D anyway, read this post and be cultured. haha! good day.