Rendez-vous With a Beetle:
Meet me in Usk
And drone to me
Of what a beetle’s
Eye can see
When lamps are lit
And the bats flit
In Usk
At dusk.
And tell me if
A beetle’s nose
Detects the perfume
Of the rose
As gardens fade
And stars invade
The dusk
In Usk.
Emile Victor Rieu (1887-1972)
