The Sun Drips Honey

I ‘ve decided on a name for my poetry blog —  The sun drips honey comes from a poem by Laurie Lee, 1914 – 1997, an English poet and novelist whose biography is available at the link.  Lee wrote novels set in England of Post-World-War-I, including his autobiographical novel, Cider with Rosie, which has been adapted for two movies, a theatre production, and a radio play.

The title is from his poem, Day of These Days:

Day of These Days by Laurie Lee
Such a morning it is when love
leans through geranium windows
and calls with a cockerel’s tongue.

When red-haired girls scamper like roses
over the rain-green grass;
and the sun drips honey.

When hedgerows grow venerable,
berries dry black as blood,
and holes suck in their bees.

Such a morning it is when mice
run whispering from the church,
dragging dropped ears of harvest.

When the partridge draws back his spring
and shoots like a buzzing arrow
over grained and mahogany fields.

When no table is bare,
and no beast dry,
and the tramp feeds on ribs of rabbit.

So there we have it —
I haven’t yet chosen a theme or put anything on the blog, but I’ll let you know as soon as I have.

10 responses to “The Sun Drips Honey

  1. What a lovely poem; it reminds me of Dylan Thomas’s Fern Hill, another tribute to the ecstasy of abundant life (with death always whispering from behind the curtain) Thank you!

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