Today I`m sad; yes sad, my eyes did imply.
The heart can`t see; it`s true hidden it lives.
On human vision his love must rely.
My eyes quite spoke, her beauty one that gives.
It was not so; she was a thorn inside,
And poor my heart that followed my eyes` mood.
Now my emotions in my deeps collide,
And with a tear my error I conclude.
One has no eyes, trust what, my friend, the ear?
The voice deceives in crueller ways than sight.
The heart has pain in every instance near.
I say, “Poor heart,” and feel it pain not right.
Who eyed a female with beauty outside
And did not have a heart that took her side.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Огюст Барбье – Барабанщик Барра
- Control by Sidney Lanier
- Robert Burns: A Stanza Added In A Mason Lodge:
- The Golden Boat by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sampan Song
- The Little Dell by William Allingham
- Morning Poem #43 by Wanda Phipps
- YOU by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Алишер Навои – Сердце кровью из ран обагрить я сумел
- Serendipity by Seema Gupta
- Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Чупров – Не хочется мне славы громкой
- Аля Кудряшева – Когда наступает вечер
- Михаил Кузмин – Зимнее солнце
- Sir Hugh; Or The Jew’s Daughter poem – Andrew Lang poems
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
