The Swarm
Language: English
First, the miraculous
droning, sibilant
dances directing and thumping,
buzzing in the foundation,
snipping and cutting
green air.
A great muffled drum,
the chorus tenses.
Its sibyls pour out
in a drunken jet
to sing it:the bee-flock,
the thunder-polleners
who tell exodus in a roaring tissue
their matriarch with them
throbbing Exalt!
Exalt! up to the pear tree.
Then, from the mass molten
with magnetism and cracks,
a yawn explodes, clumps
to the pear limb,
and silences.
Even now, scouts shuttle
through the branches making
fiery mummery to the sun:
inciting compass.
The fathoming nucleus
waits for the telling.
This is a thing,
some will say,
men will not do.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Researcher for this page: Jeffery Beam
This text was added to the website: 2009-10-29
Line count: 30
Word count: 110