Карл Сэндберг (Carl Sandburg)

In Tall Grass

Bees and a honeycomb in the dried head 
      of a horse in a pasture corner—a skull 
      in the tall grass and a buzz and a buzz 
      of the yellow honey-hunters.       

And I ask no better a winding sheet
             (over the earth and under the sun.) 

Let the bees go honey-hunting with yellow blur 
     of wings in the dome of my head, in the rumbling, 
     singing arch of my skull.     

Let there be wings and yellow dust and the drone 
     of dreams of honey—who loses and remembers? —
     who keeps and forgets? 

In a blue sheen of moon over the bones and under 
     the hanging honeycomb the bees come home and 
     the bees sleep.