in memoriam, Roger De Ganck, O.C.S.O.
1. The worker bee
Christ smells nectar
in the south wind of divine grace
and flies to Beatrice at Florival.
comes to Beatrice at once
on wood or stone pillows.
The firmest, coldest floor
that undergirds iridium,
is measure of her dreaming’s weight.
3. The novice habit
The sisters are agreed
that Beatrice will have the veil,
if she’ll lie on the softer straw
spread by obedience.
Urushiol or nettles, caught
between the cloister and south field
at Florival, adhere, until
through her tatters and her scabs,
she smells like Job.
The worker’s mouth parts move,
and gorge contracts. Grace
exudes into the wax hexagons
of Beatrice’s observance.