"On a Bumblebee"
One of my poems has a birthday today.
On a Bumblebee
(August 24, 1990)
the cruellest month:
see, a bumblebee sits
on the dwarf snapdragon, many-floweredó
purple petals, most, with white chins,
huddling, hugging ground-close, spilling over sidewalkó
sits perfectly poised, grasping flower, ready to work;
sits perfectly still, all evening still; sits perfectly dead.
Lustreless black, dirty yellow, lifeless legs, still wings:
it carries now no careless menace about,
yet bears still strength in death
to cling to the livingó
oh silent harbinger (yes)
of autumn's coming,
E. L. Core
© 1990 ELC
Lane Core Jr. CIW P Tue. 08/24/04 08:04:57 AM
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