Posted by: Philip Carr-Gomm | August 21, 2013

Virgil’s Bees

honey-bee
Bless air’s gift of sweetness, honey
from the bees, inspired by clover,
marigold, eucalyptus, thyme,
the hundred perfumes of the wind.
Bless the beekeeper

who chooses for her hives
a site near water, violet beds, no yew,
no echo. Let the light lilt, leak, green
or gold, pigment for queens,
and joy be inexplicable but there
in harmony of willowherb and stream,
of summer heat and breeze,
each bee’s body
at its brilliant flower, lover-stunned,
strumming on fragrance, smitten.

For this,
let gardens grow, where beelines end,
sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;
where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise
in pear trees, plum trees; bees
are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.

“Virgil’s Bees” by Carol Ann Duffy, from The Bees.


Responses

  1. Stunning… swept away by her words and the richness of her images.

  2. very good, very good. As I have mentioned before my next gig is a beekeeper in Cornwall. Can’t think of a better goal in life.

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  4. Beautiful 🙂 you can almost hear their thrumming dance


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