“Glad Day” (Joseph Stroud)

Glad Day

Bees have built a hive in the wall of my shack.
I don’t want to argue anymore about prosody.
I don’t want to discuss Saussure, or the meaning
of meaning. All I want is to imagine those bees
making a honeycomb inside my life—all I want
is the unbelievable taste of that wild honey.

—Joseph Stroud
—from Of This World: New and Selected Poems

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