CLOWN ARGHEB the honey-bee Counted his money, "See In the bandstand in Hell, Buzzing, the tunes that fell Raise up glass houses, round Serres-chaudes as forcing-ground, Lest bald heads harden In Hell's kitchen garden." Poet and pedagogue Bump their bald heads, agog -- (Melon and marrow, And cucumber narrow). Next day comes Proserpine, Parasol raised, and "See, Ma'am," says the gardener, "these Thoughts are as thick as peas!" So sighed the clown, singing Buzz, and still clinging, To no horizontal bars, But the pink freezing stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |