Ode to a BeeA Poem by Gleb ZavlanovThe messenger of Spring...Swift
bee, the gilded messenger of bliss, Begirt with golden stars of Heaven’s span, What
draws you to the clover’s gentle kiss? Sweet nectars, that the strongest drinker
can Carouse with dreams and dizzy waves of
sleep, Or mocks the freshest breath of
summer’s clime? Swift bee, a flame-plumed star of
black and gold, Why do you with your mouth, completely reap The liquors that each golden bud
does hold, And lulls with somnolence the might of
time?
Oh,
bee, you spread the tufted pollen clouds Like nebulae of opal stars crossways The
delicate, soft digitalis crowds, Which passionately garner sunbeam rays Within their coral shells. I can’t express How much your toil’s worth to coming
spring, And how so passioned glide your
wings around The purple, gentle harebell’s loosened
dress, And make, through pretty hums,
spring’s hopeful sound Oft too profaned by your most fearsome
sting!
Oh,
pretty hummer! Hearty worker! Bee! I see you roaming round the garden’s bend, Where
sweet, white daisies wreathe a canopy, And make you but a hearty, cheerful friend. Swift bee, the aching, swollen heart of
mine Desires comfort where pain knows no
ruth The buds hold, like rich garners
golden grain, Ambrosia of the gods, dream’s honeyed wine So bring and let dear bee, such moisture
stain My lips and warm my heart with spring’s
bright youth!
© 2014 Gleb ZavlanovAuthor's Note
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Added on February 21, 2014Last Updated on February 21, 2014 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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