Читать книгу A Syrup of the Bees - Bain Francis William - Страница 1

And I rove on the breeze with the world of bees

like the shadow of a bee:

For a dead moonflower which the worms devour

is the tomb of the soul of me.

O the hum of the bees in the mango trees

it murmurs taboo! taboo!

Should a dead moonflower which the worms devour

smell sweet as the mangoes do?

What! shall I deem my flower a dream

when I do find, each morn,

Wet honey sips left on my lips,

and in my heart, a thorn?