silly

Poem: Bees

- Emily Dickinson


Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles--
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.

Fuzz ordained--not Fuzz contindent--
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs--a Universe's fracture
Could not jar or spill.
Indexing:

Posts from This Journal by “poetry” Tag

  • Poem: Seeds

    - Walter de la Mare The seeds I sowed - For week unseen - Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would…

  • Poem: Cats and Dogs

    - W.H. Auden DOG The single creature leads a partial life, Man by his mind, and by his nose the hound; He needs the deep emotions I can give, I…

  • Poem: The Oven Bird

    - Robert Frost There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says…