Swarming Bee
Mat, mat, Maat! Tam, tam, tam! Atman!
Here is thyme for you queen bee, Hypnos
scent in your beeskep, hive in friction
and in blossom. Everything is made for you, bee
the sky, the hive
gaping as hungry mouths
a yearning cone, a home,
Spin you astute swarm, whirlpool
you that are in the sky, be on the earth
colonies, bee-hives, wax beds
ram-memory in the basement and on the floor I give
for your Latin din 1)
for your priceless secretion
a honey-sweet word, an aphrodisiac
even the mead dripping from the skies I give to you
like an archangel and dowry
from somebody's sweet soul
even a gush of eternity I offer you
"nude as a chicken neck"
so that you collect yourself, beloved
so that you come to the top of the willow
to my nest glowing with ether
with oil extract
with honey-giving herbs
I offer you enigmatic games
crosswords, puzzles,
to fill in the spaces and honeycombs
to make meaningful the cells -
the numberless wax cells
like miniature morels
Everything,
for a bit of beebread and pollen
for propolis and thickly transparent
sticky and slimy amber
ambrosia and yellow jasper
for your immortality balsam
for your sweet youth topping
for the creation drama
for the childhood resin' the spilt syrup
or
do you want me to say it clearly:
for honey, molasses!
Then come down, lower down
behind this world, dinning madly, monstrously
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Translation by Elizabeta Bakovska, ed. by Dijana Mitra
