Letras

HIGGINSON:
Inclosed in the letter were poems.
One with an aerial lift
that bears the ear upward with the bee
it traces
DICKINSON:
The nearest dream recedes unrealized. The heaven we chase,
Like the June bee
Before the schoolboy,
Invites the race,
Stoops to an easy clover, Dips–evades–teases–deploys–
Then to the royal clouds
Lifts his light pinnacle,
Heedless of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky. Homesick for steadfast honey,–
Ah! The bee flies not
Which brews that rare variety.
HIGGINSON:
The bee himself did not evade the
schoolboy
More than she evaded me;
It is hard to say what answer was made
by me—
I remember to have ventured on some
criticism...
Written by: Eric Nathan, Mark Campbell
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