Carl Sandburg
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.
This Frenzy
this frenzy / like bees stinging the heart all morning Anne Sexton
Carl Sandburg
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.
This Frenzy 