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125,005 Literary Works • 672,808 Reviews
Our next discussion will be on:
07/25/2021 13:00 GMT
We'll be discussing:
shakespearean sonnet and twin haikus: the first paragraph by @kattee, a fascinating visual poem that takes place amongst a bee colony.
Text enspoilered below:
Spoiler
Transcript:
Sonnet
My anthem’s are buzzes rattling in marsh,
Marching in a forest’s foliage and flood.
Grinding the weed, those bees, who thought this harsh,
Those retro twins with wings whipping the mud.
Before they sip this tipsy lips from bliss,
I dart far in the saps, where my skin wraps.
So that they won’t toss me across the rift,
Skin’s gloss and itching sting, shall stay unmasked.
But they hum a hymn i could not hear -- sheer
Grief I rest my wet wit, feeling weighty,
Less worthy to be part of swarm, for fear
the colony’ll convict of heresy.
This I, who can’t reap honey from poppies
That whispered to me: “you filth, you flea.”
Twin haikus
What is a wasp, but
useless, sweetless, and furless?
I’m weak in work,
A sick leech, fostered
By these bees, pure and honeyed
Are their symp(ath)honies.
You can also view it in its original home in kattee's NaPo thread this year.
In this Poetry Readers sesh, we'll be discussing two or three of our usual kind of questions, and also do an activity to explore the narrative of this poem together.
Hope to see you there!