Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Bee

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

1. From the Chrysalis
2. В ночи — у насекомых страсть • These Are the Nights That Beetles Love
3. On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose
4. Setting Sail
5. A Train Went through a Burial Gate

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) The Bee ("What time I paced, at pleasant morn")

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