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 Last Man by Thomas Campbell
- The Broken Men by Rudyard Kipling
- Иван Мятлев – Падучая звезда
- Иван Бунин – Ночлег
- Queen Mab in the Village by Vachel Lindsay
- The Solitary Oak On Mount Kremlin Bicetre
- Омар Хайям – О мудрец, если тот или этот дурак
- Юлий Даниэль – Часовой
- O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art by William Wordsworth
- Hawk poem – Andrew Demcak poems | Poems and Poetry
- Вероника Тушнова – Костер
- Robert Burns: Lovely Young Jessie:
- Зинаида Александрова – Дозор
- Elegy poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы просто куклы
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).
