Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE BEES, by PIERRE DE RONSARD Poet's Biography First Line: Oh whither, honey-bees Last Line: My life that nourish Subject(s): Bees; Flowers; Insects; Kisses; Life; Lips; Spring; Beekeeping; Bugs | ||||||||
OH whither, honey-bees, Oh whither fly you, Seeking o'er blosmy leas Food to supply you? If you would feast on flowers divine, No longer range without design But hither hie you. Come seek Cassandra's lips Warm with my kisses -- Your honey-comb that drips Less sweet than this is. Here roses blow, and blood-red bowers Of Hyacinth's and Ajax' flowers Breathe perfumed blisses. Sweet marjoram all Winter through, And arum fragrant, Wait not Spring's leave to bloom anew That March and May grant, But match the laurel, ever young, While anise blossoms ever among The woodbine vagrant. But sheathe your stings, in care Her lips to cherish. She too can sting, beware! . . . And where there flourish A thousand flowers, leave some for mine To bear the manna and the wine My life that nourish | 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 RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD |
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