Blueprints Of Hidden Blade

is the song of a bird,
A sunbeam passing through the curtain, and enlivened
A path lined with flowers ,
That others can not see.

*****

April


April, honor and woods
And months,
April, the sweet hope
Of fruit under the cotton
Button
Feed their young children;


April, the honor of green meadows Yellow
and Pers
Who mood motley
studded with flowers
In Their colors
variegated finery;


April, the honor of Sighs
The Zephyrs,
Who downwind of their wings,
forests still stand Sc The sweet snare

To impress the lovely Flora;


April, it is your gentle hand Who
breast
The nature loosens
Harvest of
scents and flowers,
fills the air and earth.


Remy Belleau.
Born in Nogent-le-Rotrou (Eure-et-Loir) in 1528, died in Paris in 1577.