Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN GATINAIS: REPOSE AT NOON, by PAUL FORT First Line: Bee, that the thyme doth sing, how clear thy hum doth ring in the Last Line: Ear! Subject(s): Bees; Insects; Life; Noon; Beekeeping; Bugs | ||||||||
Bee, that the thyme doth sing, how clear thy hum doth ring in the hollow of mine ear! Bee, down the distance borne, no longer sounds thy horn, thy song I do not hear. Three seconds ere the noon, life in its course doth swoon. It is the hour of heaven. For the standing harvest even, the finch at the rose's marge, on the canal, a barge. For the suckling lamb as well: at the white throat of the ewe tinkles no more the bell. Two seconds ere the noon, life in its course doth swoon. It is the hour of heaven. Bee, that yonder sang, thy horn to my ear no more is borne. Thy song I do not hear. Cat, padded paw in air, for what are you waiting there? For a far-off chiming clear? Dragon-flies above the stream, the sunlight's aureate dream you to the reeds have given. One second ere the noon, life in its course doth swoon. It is the hour of heaven. Dew, dew, thy thought disclose. It plunges to the riven heart of a thought morose. My heart, where is the past? It is the hour of heaven. Thither no fancies cast. Bee, down the distance borne, no longer sounds thy horn, thy song I do not hear. On the belfry's an angel white. There a second takes his flight. Ten others are hidden near. At Nargis twelve strokes resound. Life again resumes its round. Balms distill from the lilies clear. Bee, that the thyme doth sing, how clear thy hum doth ring in the hollow of mine ear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXHAUSTED BUG; FOR MY FATHER by ROBERT BLY PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BEETLE LIGHT; FOR DANIEL HILLEN by MADELINE DEFREES CLEMATIS MONTANA by MADELINE DEFREES THOMAS MERTON AND THE WINTER MARSH by NORMAN DUBIE A PORTFOLIO OF SKETCHES: THE LITTLE ANNUITANT by PAUL FORT |
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