A modern paraphrase of Dante's sonnet beginning:


Guido, i' vorrei che tu e Lapo ed io

fossimo presi per incantamento


Not a literal translation, by any means!

The Magic Spell

Picture this, buddy: you and me and Kevin,

air-lifted by some jacked-up magic spell.

Dropped in a boat. We sail halfway to heaven,

carried along on wind-breath and wave-swell.


No stroke of bad luck and no crappy weather

can screw up our plans for a beautiful day.

All of us, we're in this thing together.

Enchanted island? Awesome! Think we'll stay.


We've got Kristina with us, and Michelle,

and what's-her-name, Apartment 507.

We play sick music, blasted to eleven.


The girls know all the words to "Uptown Funk."

(Everyone dances better when they're drunk.)

This is the life. My boss can go to hell.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-04 at 09:09

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