The Vegetable World Poem by Morgan Michaels
The Vegetable World
Who owns it,
the vegetable race?
the flower?
or the bee that pollinates?
Frankly, it seems too easy
sitting in one place
accruing fruit,
and I am not to blame
that flower power culminates in pain;
or that by the self-same token
every shaken pleasure taken
seems the kind of work in which,
soon or late,
all joys eventuate.
So I choose bees. Somewhat arbitrarily, ok,
but then, I'm probably biased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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