I wish to speak to you about my lady
Very clear streams speaking among themselves
Since there is so much bliss in these words
“Ladies refined & sensitive in love”
I tuck these words away in memory
You who pass by the way of love hold your gaze too long
And the desire to write & the fear of beginning
The canzone has power to whoever hearing listens
Then I compose the mention of my lady
As I walk out, the pelt of hunted game
Some of these things are always looking at me
My words tied in one with the great mountains
The white musician turns black
It’s the Black Chieftain dream again
Grown up with the neighborhood & how it squeezes me
Bone-tied, bone-dry, ossicles, the caribou
She & this number are synonymous
O my lady! it is I who dream too late
In these words that praise my lady
To everyone who captured listens
The keen & lofty minds all night dream of you
And Jupiter in sky, frozen silent pods the poets passed thru
And inwardly explode in persona del’anima dolente
The little heart replies to her “Your face proclaims
Subtle tales & pieces of crystal”
My lady my lady is obvious
my lady my lady is obvious
my lady my lady bleeds
someday we will talk of this
my lady my lady
my lady drives me mad she’s so finicky
my lady my lady
dolorosa rosas & pine, my lady my lady
she wants the crown, my lady my silly lady
my lady just sits & stares, my lady my lady
my lady tells a story in the night
my lady sweeps the floor
my lady goes out to tell the truth
my lady frowns, she scorns
my lady has a memory, my lady my lady
my lady has NO memory, my lady my lady
she never forgets me she feels the sleeping spirit in her breast
my lady my lady
my lady rides the Appaloosa
my lady protects the environment
my lady’s heart belongs to daddy
this much, my lady, I understand
I love my lady she drives me mad
I love her tragedies
& the way she undoes me
my lady my lady