For the honey months
they hang together, best
in their heart of fur.
Come winter, and
the heart becomes
a golden sepulchre;
empties the drones,
scattering their curves
to the frosty floor.
Helen Pletts
translated by Mǎ Yongbo 2024
蜜蜂知道什么 what the bees know ⻢永波 译
采蜜的⽇⼦
它们盘桓在⼀处，温暖
在它们⽑茸茸的⼼⾥。
冬天来临，
这颗⼼将变成
⾦⾊的墓⽳；
将雄蜂驱散，
它们的弧线
散落在结霜的地⾯。
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