How flowers and insects came to need each other, explained to children by a teacher who refused to talk down — “it would be very stupid indeed to try to read a book written in Arabic,” she begins, so look up every word you don't know.

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The Anthers

ANTHERS, anthers, full of pollen, Cunning cupboards of the bee, Stamen flour amply hiding, What have you for me, for me?

What have you for me?

Pollen have I, plenty of it, Pollen for my darling bee; Pollen every day I blossom For my bee, but none for thee, For thee, none for thee.

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