Where the Bee Sucks,
There Suck I
William Shakespeare
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry,
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily,
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the
bough.
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I am a writer and this is a motivational blog designed to help both writers and aspiring writers to push to the next level. Key themes are peak performance, passion, overcoming writing roadblocks, juicing up
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The Tempest.
Dear Cherished KWD Reader,
Thank you for identifying “The Tempest” as the play in which this
lovely little poem cast its magical glow! A dear friend of mine is
passionate about bees and saving them and I printed this poem
out for her on lovely paper bordered in flowers — she was so
thrilled to have it!
Write on,
Karin