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# Weekend Words: Honey
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-honey/
- Published: 2013-03-17T14:00:36.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:35:36.000Z
- Description: A brief report in this week's Science Times tells us that "some plants, notably coffee and citrus, attract pollinators with caffeine-laced nectar, which gets the bees hooked as repeat customers." Weekend Words welcomes the news of a hitherto unknown species of caffeine addicts with a squirt of honey
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 06:51 (2012, 2013, part 1)

![Woodcut of bees from "Insectorum sive Minimorum Animalium Theatrum" (1634) by Edward Wotton, Conrad Gesner and Thomas Penny. (Image via vintageprintable.com) ](https://storage.ghost.io/c/51/f8/51f871d8-b6be-4a73-b958-0ca4fff0110a/content/images/hyperallergic-newspack-s3-amazonaws-com/uploads/2013/03/beehive1.jpg)

Woodcut of bees from “Insectorum sive Minimorum Animalium Theatrum” (1634) by Edward Wotton, Conrad Gesner, and Thomas Penny. (Click to enlarge) (Image via vintageprintable.com)

A brief [report](http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/12/science/a-scary-superbug-caffeinated-bees-and-more.html?%5Fr=0&ref=hyperallergic.com) in this week’s *Science Times* tells us that “some plants, notably coffee and citrus, attract pollinators with caffeine-laced nectar, which gets the bees hooked as repeat customers.” Weekend Words welcomes the news of a hitherto unknown species of caffeine addicts with a squirt of honey:

> “Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.”  
>  
> **—William Rose Benet**

> “Bees in a garden make a specialty of honey and so does honey. Honey  
> and prayer. Honey and there. There where the grass can grow nearly  
> four times yearly.”  
>  
> **—Gertrude Stein**

> “I dreamt — marvellous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.”  
>  
> **—Antonio Machado**

> The evening light was like honey in the trees  
> When you left me and walked to the end of the street  
> Where the sunset abruptly ended.  
>  
> **—John Ashbery**

> “What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.  
> It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.”  
>  
> **—Friedrich Nietzsche**

> “One day while I was not at home  
> While she was there and all alone  
> The angels came  
> Now all I have is memories of Honey  
> And I wake up nights and call her name  
> Now my life’s an empty stage  
> Where Honey lived and Honey played  
> And love grew up  
> And a small cloud passes overhead  
> And cries down on the flower bed  
> That Honey loved”  
>  
> **—Bobby Goldsboro, “Honey”**

> “The arctic honey blabbed over the report causing darkness”  
>  
> **—John Ashbery**

> She’s my baby, I’m her pap  
> I’m her booby, she’s my trap  
> I am caught and I don’t want to run  
> ‘Cause I’m having so much fun with Honey Bun  
>  
> Believe me sonny  
> She’s a cookie who can cook you till your done  
> Ain’t being funny  
> Sonny put your money  
> On my Honey Bun”  
>  
> **—Rogers and Hammerstein, “Honey Bun” from *South Pacific***