
| Directions: There are four labels: 2 Sight, 1 Sound, & 1 Feel. Just click on the left side of each label, drag it, and place it above a word in the poem that corresponds with the sensory detail! |
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By Jean Toomer |
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Within this black hive tonight There swarm a million bees; Bees passing in and out the moon, Bees escaping out the moon, Bees returning through the moon, Silver bees intently buzzing, Silver honey dripping from the swarm of bees Earth is a waxen cell of the world comb, And I, a drone, Lying on my back, Lipping honey, Getting drunk with silver honey, Wish that I might fly out past the moon And curl forever in some far-off farmyard flower.
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