BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner -- a skull in the tall grass and a buzz and a buzz of the yellow honey-hunters. And I ask no better a winding sheet (over the earth and under the sun.) Let the bees go honey-hunting with yellow blur of wings in the dome of my head, in the rumbling, singing arch of my skull. Let there be wings and yellow dust and the drone of dreams of honey -- who loses and remembers? -- who keeps and forgets? In a blue sheen of moon over the bones and under the hanging honeycomb the bees come home and the bees sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 60. AL-MU'HID by EDWIN ARNOLD |