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The Arrival of the Bee Box
I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.

I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.


The box is locked, it is dangerous.

I have to live with it overnight
And I can't keep away from it.

There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there.

There is only a little grid, no exit.


I put my eye to the grid.

It is dark, dark,
With the swarmy feeling of African hands
Minute and shrunk for export,
Black on black, angrily clambering.


How can I let them out?
It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
The unintelligible syllables.

It is like a Roman mob,
Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!

I lay my ear to furious Latin.

I am not a Caesar.

I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.

They can be sent back.

They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.


I wonder how hungry they are.

I wonder if they would forget me
If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.

There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
And the petticoats of the cherry.


They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil.

I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.


The box is only temporary.
Written by: Sylvia Plath

Book: Reflection on the Important Things