A forlorn flower — bees think!

Summary

A poem reflects on a flower's longing for freedom and connection with nature, ultimately finding solace in the company of bees.

Abstract

The poem "A Forlorn Flower — Bees Think!" by Diana Dolea captures the emotional journey of a flower that yearns for a lighter existence, transcending the sorrow of the earth. The flower dreams of flying like a sparrow and experiences a sense of loss for the weeping world below, yet finds peace in the companionship of birds, trees, and the kisses of golden bees. The poem emphasizes the flower's desire for solitude, poetry, and the spiritual upliftment that comes from nature, despite the unheard cries from the noisy, pain-stricken world beneath.

Opinions

The author expresses a deep empathy with the natural world, personifying a flower's innermost desires.
There is a sense of escapism as the flower seeks to rise above the sorrows of the earth.
The poem suggests that nature, particularly bees, possesses a form of intelligence or understanding ("bees think").
The flower's journey from loneliness to finding comfort in the natural world implies a therapeutic aspect of nature.
The call to action for readers to support the author through engagement indicates the importance of community and shared experiences in creative work.

Arum maculatum illustration. Digitally enhanced from our own book, Medical Botany (1836) by John Stephenson and James Morss Churchill. Free CC0 Image.

This heartfelt little poem says:

OOne day she was gazing awhile when she suddenly felt light; So light that she was soon flying above a woodland alley. She was trying to picture how to sing as a pretty sparrow (and how to be so very still);

She was a bit sad then for all on earth wept, but not birds and trees. The ground weighed and her aged roots lulled her to sleep. With an upcasted look, she weaved leaves and thus time went by (and so her woes);

Ah! Lover of loneliness! O! Poetry and all singing! O! Poesy! O wandering spirits, let’s go for a walk and get uplifted from the world! Let’s meet all kinds of birds and let us sleep on the open flowers!

All this she shouted from the sky, as she flew over the shadows. Thus speaking out her thoughts, and meanings became close to her; But no one listened from so far below, where so much noise reigned (and so much balmy pain numbed);

O! She is still out there somewhere with ghostly wings; Through youngling trees, she is telling tales to giant fauns And she is being kissed on the cheeks by the golden bees. A forlorn flower — bees think!

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A Forlorn Flower — Bees Think!

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