From the grey-leaved tree
Even our giant Iroko
The eaglets with hopeful wings
Flying & pattering with their wings
Drumming like the drums of the jungle
Rhyming with an eclipse of their times
– O, these motets
Of disjointed hours! –
The birds fly away over our heads,
From a forest of omen, with wings
Looking like an eagle’s wings!
Categories:
motets, parody
Form: I do not know?