Behold the human race! What wonder thing!
My tears in sadness wet, in joy they`re bright.
We have the fancy things of a queen, king,
And female voices for the ear jut right.
And when of age our faces turn to old,
What animal compares with such a look?
We have the patience to work the pearl, the gold,
And hands the most delicious meals to cook.
So then with a loud voice and surely clean
I can cry out all o`er the universe,
“Yes, listen now, this`s what I truly mean:
The human race is far from any curse.”
The ground is rich enough to give the flowers,
But mind immmense is God who makes us towers.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Eve Of St. Agnes poem – John Keats poems
- A Last Request poem – Alfred Austin
- Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
- Online Lover by Rainbow Reed
- As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- Until You’ve Found Pain by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Hither, Hither, Love poem – John Keats poems
- Гавриил Державин – На возвращение графа Зубова из Персии
- Changes by William Barnes
- Ianthe’s Question by Walter Savage Landor
- The First Part: Sonnet 2 – I know that all beneath the moon decays by William Drummond
- Владимир Британишский – Урочище
- Robert Burns: Extemporaneous Effusion: On being appointed to an Excise division.
- Вера Полозкова – Это не прихоть, это не блажь
- AMBITION by Robert Herrick
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).
