Bee’s Flight into the Blue
by Ludwig Bendix
Beyond the house buzzed a little bee,
And in through a little window it sought
Sweet nectar from a flowering bush or tree.
Now the little bee is caught.
I see it wriggle against the glass,
Up and down, off and on,
Flitting without pause, but it cannot pass
Until it tires of its marathon.-
I sit in a dungeon too.
Water and bread are my only feed.
Little bee, who told you
To share with me my time of need?-
I am gripped by the little bee’s woe,
His frightened buzz stirs in my heart.
Here is the little hole! Come and go!
Quick, into the humming world depart.-
Now I am all alone once more
And dream of what wife and child now do,
Of sun shining on a broad lakeshore,
Of the flight of a bee off into the blue.
translated by Erik Bendix