The River of Bees
The river of bees Flows down Through the orchards at noon. They drown in the honey, The soft petals that cover the sun; Day, a self-creating fire, Brings forth the bright swarms of bees.
- Wallace Stevens
The River of Bees
The river of bees Flows down Through the orchards at noon. They drown in the honey, The soft petals that cover the sun; Day, a self-creating fire, Brings forth the bright swarms of bees.