Sonnet of Pop!

We are, by Kim’s encouragment, charged with transforming 
a pop lyric into a Sonnet of Elizabethan language (Pop Sonnets!)  
Join us at dVerse for some mirth!

Canst thou guess my chosen magdrigal?

 

Rememberest I when my mind didst part its function
Pleasing was’t to dwell in that bright land
As from Mount Cithaeron hast emanated of thy heart’s dwelling place
Were framed in so much vastness

As when thou art upon thy fields
Where dost no care reside
Where I was’t parted from mine own knowledge
Not because I did’st know too little
Mine own mind was replete with much

Am I thus without sensible function?
Am I thus without mine own mind’s grasp?
Am I thus without sensible function?
Am I thus without mine own mind’s grasp?
‘Tis like unto the truth

I wisheth for thou the spirit of this life to fill thee
Whilst advisable to use thy function of sensibility
and use it again
Dost thou knowest thyself?
Who dost thou believest thyself to be?
With mirth I bless thee
As thou believest thyself to holdest the helm of thy life

I believest thou to be without thy sensibilities
Without thy sensibilities
As mine own sensibilities are thus lost to me
As mine own sensibilities are thus lost to me

© Jilly’s 4/13/2017

In the US: https://youtu.be/bd2B6SjMh_w

Over the pond, just check out Gnarles Barkley  “Crazy”

Let’s dance, Yall!  Jilly