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



Anonymous Jamie said...

This is great Courtney. I like the poem. I look forward to seeing more postings from you on here.

11:36:00 AM  
Blogger jb said...

welcome to the blogerie!!!

12:49:00 AM  
Anonymous Constance said...

Bienenido a Bloggerlandia!

11:54:00 AM  

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