As I walked through fields, the smell of honey
Startled me yesterday
And it seemed the juices of sweet blossoms
Coursed wildly through my veins.
Was it camomile or Capri gloxinia?
Which – I do not know;
I knew that more than one lonely wanderer
Would be late in coming home.
Why must you hurry if no one is waiting
Beside the empty hive?
The bee has not returned from the meadow,
It is not so late tonight –
Not so late that I couldn’t manage
To scoop up, with a bit of care,
The bee swarms that, when rye was flowering,
Rose high into the air –
They rose while the rye was flowering,
They flew far and free
From the corn, from the midday silence,
Beyond fallowland and sea.
(Leonardas Andriekus)
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