Words spoken in anger

He was angry
Was he naught.

To be naught
Was he then

To be then,
This angry naught.

She loved him then,
Or did she naught.

To  then, they this
Knew then not.

On poetry, muse and Milton

I asketh It still
The poetry,
from whence doeth it come.
Yet heal'th it does,
And renews again.

My muze,
Maybe Milton,
He is