En verrai ge jamais la fin,

How about a fifteenth century French blues poem from Charles d’Orleans, stuck in England as a prisoner for over 20 years after the battle of Agincourt. Somebody should have sent this poem to BB King to complete the impact.

Will my blues ever end….?

 
En verrai-je jamais la fin

Charles d’Orléans (1394-1465)

 
En verrai ge jamais la fin,
De voz oeuvres, Merancolie ?
Quand au soir de vous me deslie
Vous me ratachez au matin.

J’aimasse mieulx autre voisin
Que vous qui sy fort me guerrie ;
En verrai ge jamais la fin,
De voz oeuvres, Merancolie ?

Vers moy venez en larrecin
Et me robez Plaisance lie ;
Suis je destiné en ma vie
D’estre tousjours en tel hutin ?
En verrai ge jamais la fin ?

 
From <http://www.poesie-francaise.fr/charles-d-orleans/poeme-en-verrai-je-jamais-la-fin.php&gt;

When will the poet see the end of melancholy? It releases him at night and ties him up again in the morning (presumably sleep is his only escape). He would rather have another companion. Melancholy sneaks up on him and robs him of pleasure. Will the poet be in such straights all his life?

Like a good blues, the main phrases are repeated in each stanza.

Break out the moonshine, tune up the blues guitar, and sing.

The Poetry Dude

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