Bless you Germac are you trying to patronise me sweetie?
Here, have a kiss from me to you:
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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
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.
For this,
let gardens grow, where beelines end,
sighing in roses, saffrom blooms, buddleia;
where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise
in pear trees, plum trees; bees
are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.
Virgil's Bees,
by Carol Ann Duffy.
wlz that's not a very traditional Duffy poem at all, I can honestly say I would not have known it was her unless you stated its author.
You don't like it...? It was written for a climate change special in the Guardian. I'm sure you're familiar with the Saturday Review... I think it an enjoyable enough poem.
TheDave, I would never patronise anyone except by accident. I personally know a dozen excellent poets who have been published in numerous publications, but they are unknown. So excuse my cyncism. When I hear a relatively unknown poet praised, my attitude is: so the hell what.
You think Duffy is great; well, that's all well and good.
That's why I said I wish Duffy well. I really do.
Lads, I wouldn't worry about it, my guess is that Carol-Ann is fast asleep in her cot!