Carol Frost is Bucknell's Poet-in-Residence this spring; she's reading tomorrow night at 7 PM in Bucknell Hall (pictured at right before they cut our beautiful oaks down).
I very much enjoyed reading Carol's book, Pure, a couple of years back. Awesome poems.
Here's the title poem from her most recent book, I Will Say Beauty (TriQuarterly, 2003):
The Part of the Bee's Body Embedded in the Flesh
The bee-boy, merops apiaster, on sultery thundery days
filled his bosom between his coarse shirt and his skin
with bees--his every meal wild honey.
He had no apprehension of their stings and didn't mind
and gave himself--his palate, the soft tissues of his throat--
what Rubens gave to the sun's illumination
stealing like fingers across a woman's thigh
and van Gogh's brushwork heightened.
Whatever it means, why not say it hurts--
the mind's raw, gold coiling whirled again
stair currents, want, and beauty? I will say beauty.
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