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Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
This is the first poem I read by Emily and it has just stuck with me throughout the years. It is short straight to the point and is memorable.
Fame is a bee and a bee is Emily Dickinson. If you read more of her poetry you will see how her imagery is like looking through a magnifying glass where her garden becomes as much a universe as it might be to a bee. Ms. Dickinson liked to write about these little alchemists and her poetry opens our eyes to a different light and vibration we might not have otherwise perceived like a compound eye's ability to perceive the ultraviolet. Ms. Dickinson was famous for her beautiful garden and the name Emily means industrious. I believe a bee would be the gold standard for that. For an astonishingly beautiful poem, I would recommend La Canta de Miel by Francisco Garcia Lorca.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emily was on some hardcore acid