The morning walk uphill in deep, new snow:
On which dead honeybees are scattered like sunflower hulls—
Upon this field of white that radiates absence &
presence, dead bees form the patterned language
that tells us: Deep inside the January hive,
the colony is still alive.
—Gerry Gomez Pearlberg
"For the bee, honey is the ultimate reality. It represents the fulfillment of her life mission, the triumph over her enemies, the continuity of the hive, the justification for working herself to death. Honey is to bees what money in the bank is to people—a measure of prosperity and well-being. But there is nothing abstract or symbolic about honey, as there is about money, which has no intrinsic value. There is more real wealth in a pound of honey, or a load of manure for that matter, than all the currency in the world. We often destroy the world's real wealth to create an illusion of wealth, confusing symbol and substance."—Wm. Longgood, The Queen Must Die
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