samedi, octobre 22, 2005



Within this black hive tonight
There swarm a million bees;
Bees passing in and out of the moon,
Bees escaping out the moon,
Silver bees intently buzzing,
Silver honey dripping from the swarm of bees
Earth is a waxen cell of the world comb,
And I, a drone,
Lying on my back,
Lipping honey,
Getting drunk with silver honey,
Wish that I might fly out past the moon
And curl forever in some far-off farmyard flower.

----Jean Toomer, Cane