Friday, January 3, 2003

My Bees: An Allegory Comments

Rating: 2.8

"O bees, sweet bees!" I said, "that nearest field
Is shining white with fragrant immortelles.
Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."
Then, spicy pines the sunny hive to shield,


Helen Hunt Jackson
Dante' Camerlengo 28 August 2008

Another poem worthy of its subjects. Nice allegory.

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