I’ve posted some of Dickinson’s poems about bees recently, and in those & others, I love the way she describes bees – her descriptions are so clever!
“Bees” are included in at least 110 poems, so I looked through about half of them last night, and I found these descriptions; from one poem:
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
And from another:
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -
Bucaneers of Buzz -
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz -
(A surcingle is a strap that runs over the back and under the belly of a horse, used to keep a blanket or other equipment in place.)
Then I stumbled upon this three-line entry, and though it does not offer a description of a bee, it called to mind once again (for I have posted this several times in the past), Dickinson’s take on religion -- it always reminds me of Frank Lloyd Wright’s comment, “"I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.”
Here’s the poem:
In the name of the Bee -
And of the Butterfly -
And of the Breeze - Amen!
More about these lines tomorrow!
“Bees” are included in at least 110 poems, so I looked through about half of them last night, and I found these descriptions; from one poem:
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
And from another:
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -
Bucaneers of Buzz -
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz -
(A surcingle is a strap that runs over the back and under the belly of a horse, used to keep a blanket or other equipment in place.)
Then I stumbled upon this three-line entry, and though it does not offer a description of a bee, it called to mind once again (for I have posted this several times in the past), Dickinson’s take on religion -- it always reminds me of Frank Lloyd Wright’s comment, “"I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.”
Here’s the poem:
In the name of the Bee -
And of the Butterfly -
And of the Breeze - Amen!
More about these lines tomorrow!
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