It's official: I'm obsessed with references to bees, hives, stings, honey, comb--all of it--in poems.
Here are some of my recent finds.
"as every bee on earth died
for sins committed without the slightest flower" --Mary Biddinger
"O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days"--Shakespeare
And who can forget, Mr Brown Can Moo, by Dr Seuss
"He can go like a bee. Mr.Brown can Buzz.
How about you? Can you go buzz buzz?"
And this lovely one by Naomi Shihab Nye, "Bees see your face as a strange flower."