INDULGENCES OF THE AUTUMNAL BEE 17
A honey bee
confused
to find
a flower fleeing from her
Gives chase !
Ah,
but the higher & higher She soars
th'deeper She becomes entwined
in the black, black hair
that fleeting Beauty (always)
leaves behind:
And so
she takes
to The Quicker air
of Fall--
And perhaps down there ^{17} Maybe too many stark metaphors (those which remain unexplained by context and connotation), that is my weakness: "Flower" for "Spring;" "higher" and "closer;" "black hair" for "chaos, dissolution, confusion;" "fleeting" both momentary and (suggestive of) fleeing. "Quicker air of Fall:" "Fall" being even more suggestive of death than "autumn." The Race Towards Death being (psychologically) exciting, exhilarating, lively (and not at all unkind: unkindness is but Aftermath and death has no aftermath). "Rare," for "unique." What kind of fancy is "a fleeing flower?" Only a fantasy? An illusion? The bee as metaphor: What else would one find in a poem? It should not be astonishing to find that fleeing beauty to be leaving (behind) an entangling trail (it's sheer folly to pursue illusion). Fall (here, the autumn) as metaphor for the death-plunge [as in so many other poems of mine]. The ironic "quick(er)" --so often applied to the living-- inviting the bee out of its frustration (being as if held in place up there where it finds itself). This poem of contrasts is also about two very distinct though not so very different [sic.] dimensions, one above the other (or, if you like, paralleling).
she'll find
Beauty
not as unkind
& just as rare.