{"id":5755,"date":"2013-04-20T18:26:20","date_gmt":"2013-04-20T22:26:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.beliefnet.com\/beginnersheart\/?p=5755"},"modified":"2013-04-20T18:26:20","modified_gmt":"2013-04-20T22:26:20","slug":"day-20-of-national-poetry-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/beginnersheart\/2013\/04\/day-20-of-national-poetry-month.html","title":{"rendered":"day 20 of National Poetry Month ~"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/239\/2013\/04\/bee-sketch.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft  wp-image-5766\" alt=\"bee sketch\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/239\/2013\/04\/bee-sketch.jpg\" width=\"180\" height=\"156\" \/><\/a>The poet Mona Van Duyn is another favourite. This is one of hers I hadn&#8217;t known previously &#8212; I actually was looking for another poem when I came across it. Being a sucker for bees (my first name, as many readers know, means &#8216;the bee&#8217;; my family might even go so far as to say I think it means the QUEEN bee&#8230;), I had to include it in this month&#8217;s line-up.<\/p>\n<p>Van Duyn wrote all her life, even met her husband &#8212; another poet, at the time &#8212; at a writer&#8217;s workshop. Her poetry is deceptively quiet. It will sneak up on you. \ud83d\ude42 She writes about everyday life: marriage (her poem &#8216;Late Loving&#8217; is the one I was trying to find a copy of online), loneliness, friendship, aging. I think of her as very Buddhist, although I have no idea what &#8212; if any &#8212; spiritual tradition she followed.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s her poem &#8216;A Time of Bees&#8217;:<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Time of Bees<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it.<br \/>\n<\/em>CAMUS<\/p>\n<div>All day my husband pounds on the upstairs porch.<\/div>\n<div>Screeches and grunts of wood as the wall is opened<\/div>\n<div>keep the whole house tormented. He is trying to reach<\/div>\n<div>the bees, he is after bees. This is the climax, an end<\/div>\n<div>to two summers of small operations with sprays and ladders.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Last June on the porch floor I found them dead,<\/div>\n<div>a sprinkle of dusty bugs, and next day a still worse<\/div>\n<div>death, until, like falling in love, bee-haunted,<\/div>\n<div>I swept up bigger and bigger loads of some hatch,<\/div>\n<div>I thought, sickened, and sickening me, from what origin?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>My life centered on bees, all floors were suspect. The search<\/div>\n<div>was hopeless. Windows were shut. I never find<\/div>\n<div>where anything comes from. But in June my husband\u2019s fierce<\/div>\n<div>sallies began, inspections, cracks located<\/div>\n<div>and sealed, insecticides shot; outside, the bees\u2019 course<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>watched, charted; books on bees read.<\/div>\n<div>I tell you I swept up bodies every day on the porch.<\/div>\n<div>Then they\u2019d stop, the problem was solved; then they were there again,<\/div>\n<div>as the feelings make themselves known again, as they beseech<\/div>\n<div>sleepers who live innocently in will and mind.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>It is no surprise to those who walk with their tigers<\/div>\n<div>that the bees were back, no surprise to me. But they had<\/div>\n<div>left themselves so lack-luster, their black and gold furs<\/div>\n<div>so deathly faded. Gray bugs that the broom hunted<\/div>\n<div>were like a thousand little stops when some great lurch<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>of heart takes place, or a great shift of season.<\/div>\n<div>November it came to an end. No bees. And I could watch<\/div>\n<div>the floor, clean and cool, and, from windows, the cold land.<\/div>\n<div>But this spring the thing began again, and his curse<\/div>\n<div>went upstairs again, and his tinkering and reasoning and pride.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>It is the man who takes hold. I lived from bees, but his force<\/div>\n<div>went out after bees and found them in the wall where they hid.<\/div>\n<div>And now in July he is tearing out the wall, and each<\/div>\n<div>board ripped brings them closer to his hunting hand.<\/div>\n<div>It is quiet, has been quiet for a while. He calls me, and I march<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>from a dream of bees to see them, winged and unwinged,<\/div>\n<div>such a mess of interrupted life dumped on newspapers\u2014<\/div>\n<div>dirty clots of grubs, sawdust, stuck fliers, all smeared<\/div>\n<div>together with old honey, they writhe, some of them, but who cares?<\/div>\n<div>They go to the garbage, it is over, everything has been said.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But there is more. Wouldn\u2019t you think the bees had suffered<\/div>\n<div>enough? This evening we go to a party, the breeze<\/div>\n<div>dies, late, we are sticky in our old friendships and light-headed.<\/div>\n<div>We tell our funny story about the bees.<\/div>\n<div>At two in the morning we come home, and a friend,<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>a scientist, comes with us, in his car. We\u2019re going to save<\/div>\n<div>the idea of the thing, a hundred bees, if we can find<\/div>\n<div>so many unrotted, still warm but harmless, and leave<\/div>\n<div>the rest. We hope that the neighbors are safe in bed,<\/div>\n<div>taking no note of these private catastrophes.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>He wants an enzyme in the flight-wing muscle. Not a bad<\/div>\n<div>thing to look into. In the night we rattle and raise<\/div>\n<div>the lid of the garbage can. Flashlights in hand,<\/div>\n<div>we open newspapers, and the men reach in a salve<\/div>\n<div>of happenings. I can\u2019t touch it. I hate the self-examined<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>who\u2019ve killed the self. The dead are darker, but the others have<\/div>\n<div>moved in the ooze toward the next moment. My God<\/div>\n<div>one half-worm gets its wings right before our eyes.<\/div>\n<div>Searching fingers sort and lay bare, they need<\/div>\n<div>the idea of bees\u2014and yet, under their touch, the craze<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>for life gets stronger in the squirming, whitish kind.<\/div>\n<div>The men do it. Making a claim on the future, as love<\/div>\n<div>makes a claim on the future, grasping. And I, underhand,<\/div>\n<div>I feel it start, a terrible, lifelong heave<\/div>\n<div>taking direction. Unpleading, the men prod<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>till all that grubby softness wants to give, <em>to give.<\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The poet Mona Van Duyn is another favourite. This is one of hers I hadn&#8217;t known previously &#8212; I actually was looking for another poem when I came across it. 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