May

aloft with their wings whooping
--a miraculous thing--
we saw them
one only shall you miss one shall be lost
where only wild things lurk they go
the birdless place
sound and resound
yelling out remarks--some proper some not to record
not as a rumour but through an official message
my own lost comrades changed into birds
were hotly debating these controversial issues
a bouquet of white lilies blended with as many red roses
weaving a skein of flight in the fine big halls
off she flew

April

arrive and cut Libya's thread
(it's a marvelous story)
but she never bothers to catch to replace or assemble the verses
bastions started no longer rise
here is the beast's house an intricate puzzle defying solution
belief in the story died long ago though it lives on in rumour as folklore
a mixture of words worth reporting words worth nothing at all
his songs were always of horses
a knot to frustrate any blade
a work of quite monstrous weight stamped heavy with crime
whose shimmering lustre lingers
while they continued contentious internal debates on disputed issues
he no longer dreams of Achilles' fine horses
far removed from the halls of the mighty

Epigraph

si quid mea carmina possunt