The Bee
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
This poem is personifying a bee. Emily Dickinson makes it seem like the bee is a person. The insects do so much work throughout their lives and we do not really realize it. They are constantly working and amking new things that we use in our lives but may not consider where it came from. I think she is trying to convey what work the small animals do. It makes us realize that there is life other than ours. Also a message she may be trying to get accross is that life goes on seperate from ours. The bee goes about its daily work as we go through ours. As seen in other poems, when we die, nature goes on.
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