It’s not an omen or a emblem, it’s an an insect. It has nothing to do with (for instance) hope. There’s a reason why the sermon is no longer a living literary genre. But
bee
Yellow on yellow: a corsage for Citizen Malevich
Vorticist
Epicurean
Dynamism of an eclipse
For Giacomo Balla, painter of Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash.
Answer: while the sun exerts its gravitational force, no one
O Ile leape vp to God: who pulles me downe?
My noon had come to dine
