(Frederick II of Hohenstaufen, The Art of Falconry)
1.
Of the oil gland . . . Of the down . . .
Of the numbers and arrangement
of feathers in the wing . . . I have seen
on the plains of Apulia
how the birds in earliest spring were weak
and scarcely able to fly.
Of the avian nostrils and mandibles . . . Of
the regular sequence of molt . . .
Aristotle, apt to credit hearsay where
experiment alone
can be relied upon, was wrong about
the migrant column. Concerning
the methods of capture . . . the jesses . . .
The swivel, the hood, the falcon’s bell . . .
2.
The finest of them—here I mean
for swiftness, strength,
audacity and stamina—are brooded
on the Hyperborean cliffs (an island
chiefly made of ice). And I
am told but have not ascertained
the farther from the sea they nest,
the nobler will be the offspring.
3.
Triangular needles are not to be used.
The room
to be darkened, the bird
held close in the hands of the assistant,
linen thread. By no means pierce
the membrana nictitans, lying between
the eyeball and the outermost
tissue, nor place the suture, lest it tear,
too near the edge. To seel,
from cilium, lower lid,
which makes her more compliant to the falconer’s
will but also (I have
seen this in the lesser birds as well) more bold
in flight. The senses
to be trained in isolation: taste,
then touch, then hearing (so
the bars of a song she will evermore link to
food), and then the sight restored,
in order that the falcon may
be partly weaned or disengaged from that
which comes by nature.
The falconer’s purse or
carneria, owing
to the meat it holds . . .
The carrier’s arm . . . the gauntlet . . . the horse . . .
They greatly dislike the human face.
4.
If you ask why the train is made of a hare,
you must know no other flight
more resembles
the flight at a crane than that
the falcon learns in pursuit of a hare
nor is more beautiful.
Make-falcon: meaning
the one who is willing
to fly in a cast with another less
expert (the seasons
best suited . . . the weather . . . the hours . . . )
and by example teach.
5.
The removal of dogs, which praise
will better effect than will the harshest
threats, from the prey. Their reward.
You must open
the breast and extract the organ that moves
by itself, which is to say, the heart,
and let the falcon feed.
The sultan
has sent me a fine machine combining
the motions of sun and moon,
and Giacomo makes a poem of fourteen
lines. The music is very good,
I think. (Of those who refuse to come to the lure . . . Of
shirkers . . . Of bating . . . )
But give me the falcon for art.