Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HONEYCOMB, by N. M. BENNETT First Line: Within unnumbered, fragile cells the bee Last Line: I taste -- and I am satisfied awhile. Subject(s): Insects; Bugs | ||||||||
Within unnumbered, fragile cells the bee Has locked the memory of quiet bowers Where roses climb, of rainbows after showers, Of blue, unclouded skies above a sea Of clover. Sensing want, most cleverly This artisan has stored his fragrant hours. His waxen walls hold hearts of summer flowers, Sweet souvenirs of blooming vine and tree. So, stored within my aching heart, I find Old memories -- the blueness of your eyes, Your touch, the music of your voice, your smile, A phrase portraying beauty of your mind. Each day the sweet for which my hunger cries I taste -- and I am satisfied awhile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXHAUSTED BUG; FOR MY FATHER by ROBERT BLY PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BEETLE LIGHT; FOR DANIEL HILLEN by MADELINE DEFREES CLEMATIS MONTANA by MADELINE DEFREES THOMAS MERTON AND THE WINTER MARSH by NORMAN DUBIE |
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