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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Beeing Busy


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!
~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)

15 comments:

Maura @ Lilac Lane Cottage said...

Hello Jo...what a beautiful poem to go with your lovely picture. It made me smile. Hope you're having a wonderful day....Maura :)

Winifred said...

Lovely photo and poem Jo.

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Great picture and poem.... Love it!!!!

Hope you all got more rain the past two days than we did. We only got 1/2 inch total... It was frustrating since we need rain SO much...

Now the heat is back... I'm certainly ready for Fall... ha

Hugs,
Betsy

Sandra said...

that is one giant sized bee. the flower is so pretty, no wonder he came looking for pollen. lovely lovely shot

shirley said...

What a wonderful photo and I love the poem.

bennie and patsy said...

That is a pretty white cone flower, I mostly just see the pink.
Patsy

Cass @ That Old House said...

What a beautiful pairing of picture and poem!
Lovely.
Cass

Robynn's Ravings said...

Okay, call me daft, but the sheer beauty of your music, your choice of poetry, and the visually stunning artistry you have created here combined to make me have a little cry when visiting you just now. THANK YOU for coming by and joining in with our troop but I'm SO very glad you did.

You and your blog will be good medicine for me. I see I have found a lovely resting place from the mad trammels that tether and bedevil me. So glad we met. :)

Robynn's Ravings said...

And I see your name is Jo. How perfect. It's a name I've loved since I was a child and identified with the heroine of "Little Women." Our dear dog who left this world a few months ago was named Jo, and so named because of my great fondness for the emotion that accompanies the moniker.

Hi, Jo. :)

L. D. Burgus said...

I really like the white coneflower. I need to get a start of that variety.

Tina Eudora said...

Loved the poem Jo, I had never read it before and it reminded me of how I anxiously await my garden coming to life each spring so the poor little bees will not be making the trip to my house in vain! It just doesn't feel right in the garden until they are humming around the yard all day!
Tina xo

AshTreeCottage said...

Oh Jo, how I love visiting you! You always inspire and enrich the day!!

Love,
Susan and Bentley
xxoo

LV said...

A great combination for your post today. Nicely done. Thank you for dropping by for a visit.

phylliso said...

I love visiting your blog,it is so peaceful here.
Some white & yellow coneflowers have scent now,I`m growing some too,phylliso

Jeri Landers said...

The wonderful Emily Dickinson,the hovering of little bees and 'OH MY GOSH!" one of my FAVORITE movie themes from "Out of Africa". Thank you once again Jo, for a lovely few minutes in time.