After the River of Bees
2010
Oil and Gold Leaf on Linen
52" x 42"

The River of Bees BY W. S. MERWIN In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills my house Into whose courtyard a blindman followed The goats and stood singing Of what was older Soon it will be fifteen years He was old he will have fallen into his eyes I took my eyes A long way to the calendars Room after room asking how shall I live One of the ends is made of streets One man processions carry through it Empty bottles their Image of hope It was offered to me by name Once once and once In the same city I was born Asking what shall I say He will have fallen into his mouth Men think they are better than grass I return to his voice rising like a forkful of hay He was old he is not real nothing is real Nor the noise of death drawing water We are the echo of the future On the door it says what to do to survive But we were not born to survive Only to live

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Oil and Gold Leaf on Linen
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Oil and Gold Leaf on Linen
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Oil on Linen
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Oil on Board
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Oil and Gold Leaf on Linen
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Oil on Linen
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Oil on Linen
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