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 Contents | June 2002 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
A Beard of Bees
by X. J. Kennedy .....  Hear X. J. Kennedy read this poem (in RealAudio)at the farmers' market The arbor of his chin Bedangled with a cluster Of yellow grapes that buzz Like an electric razor, This raiser of honeybees With face in half-eclipse Coaxes some hairs aside To clear space for his lips. He's a master of close shaves. How well he does one thing, With what abandon braves Disaster's sting, Quite unlike refugees Crossing a perilous sector. A whir—his moustache flies Away in search of nectar.
The Lords of Misrule, a new collection of poetry by X. J. Kennedy, will be published in September. Copyright © 2002 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; June 2002; A Beard of Bees; Volume 289, No. 6; 53. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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