The Poem

The poem's meaning is on my mind, and now I have ever so little to lose. Thus, here it is to be viewed, dissected, misinterpreted, and perhaps finally out of my mind. [The capsulized legal explanation, and bold lines that follow, perhaps give the true meaning of why this is posted now.]

Out of Sorts
Exuded heat
You I meet
Embrace alone
On way home
You Detained
I refrained
To let go
Yours to know
Ailing heart
Past apart
Your mind caught
Mine sweet thought
Where to go
Lil' you know
Dear perhaps
Fear entraps
Escape sought
Feelings fought
Own Malaise
Void clichés
Care thrown
You alone
No one knows
Recovered pose
Embrace ends
Part as friends
You retreat
Exuded heat

Project: Derivative Work

A “derivative work,” is a work that is based upon an already existing copyrighted work

...I composed the following poem “Out of Sorts” as such a derivative work taking and refining an already existing copyrighted work (copyright established upon fixation/publishing) of an original French poem, “A une Damoyselle Malade” by Clément Marot and the English or Literal translation, “My Sweet/Cute [One] (Feminine)” by Clément Marot/D. Hofstadter.

.... as the poet, I did place my name directly into the poem, however I utilized (per technology of today a part of a “screen name,” utilizing “Lil” to encompass not only my name but the meaning of little. (Line14).

Like Hofstadter suggest, I minimized the use of gender in this poem, instead substituting “heat” which, arguable is a rhymed derivative of “sweet.” (Line 1, 28)

.... The idea of “unrequited love” [is] not copyrightable. The rhyming couplet scheme is not copyrightable. No words are matched whatsoever from either the original or the translation, and thus are not “copied.” Hence, though attribution is clearly given, the work “Out of Sorts” remains an original fixed thought, suitable for separate copyright in its arrangement of words alone.

The Zen Professor warned me. The Copyright professor laughed at me.
Yet, I said I wouldn't let go.