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Eat honey, my son, for it is good, and the honeycomb,
which is sweet to thy taste.
———–—Proverbs 24:13

Honey lives only
in hexagons because
they ensure
a balance of sweetness

their shape is
a star’s design
six
implied triangles
drinking from the center’s source

shrouded in the most frugally
abundant capacity
in order not to lose
a single drop of space

until the heavenly beekeeper
licks his godly finger
pointing
to the golden core of flavor
nursed
into gentleness
by the violence of stings

 

Translated from the Polish by Jennifer Grotz and Piotr Sommer


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