Tea Poetry VII

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VII.

A cup of honeysuckle tea, dashes of honey

Poem: Carol Ann Duffy's "Virgil's Bees"

 

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Virgil's Bees

Bless air's gift of sweetness, honey

from the bees, inspired by clover,

marigold, eucalyptus, thyme,

the hundred perfumes of the wind.

Bless the beekeeper

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who chooses for her hives

a site near water, violet beds, no yew,

no echo. Let the light lilt, leak, green

or gold, pigment for queens,

and joy be inexplicable but there

in harmony of willowherb and stream,

of summer heat and breeze,

each bee's body

at its brilliant flower, lover-stunned,

strumming on fragrance, smitten.

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For this,

let gardens grow, where beelines end,

sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;

where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise

in pear trees, plum trees; bees

are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.