CLOWN ARGHEB the honey-bee Counted his money, "See In the bandstand in Hell, Buzzing, the tunes that fell Raise up glass houses, round Serres-chaudes as forcing-ground, Lest bald heads harden In Hell's kitchen garden." Poet and pedagogue Bump their bald heads, agog -- (Melon and marrow, And cucumber narrow). Next day comes Proserpine, Parasol raised, and "See, Ma'am," says the gardener, "these Thoughts are as thick as peas!" So sighed the clown, singing Buzz, and still clinging, To no horizontal bars, But the pink freezing stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI |