We are bees then; our honey is language.
Now the honey lies stored in caves
Beneath us, and the sound of words
Carries what we have forgotten.
Robert Bly, from “Words Rising,” Eating the Honey of Words (HarperCollins, 1999)
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We are bees then; our honey is language.
Now the honey lies stored in caves
Beneath us, and the sound of words
Carries what we have forgotten.
the moon is beautiful 