I know I love my race, and why no so?
But for outside beauty I wish the rose.
If people vex me, ” Your heart needs to grow!”
I say, “God gave the rose secure-fixed pose.”
But of my race, there`s something I`d ne`er change
For flowers fair, or pearls, or pure gold:
Of his surviving nature his huge range;
How much his blood keeps us we all in hold.
So here I am deep in my human mirth,
And though I`ve eyes and taste for pretty things,
My heart and mind revere and praise my birth,
And then my soul does look divine and sings.
Yes, beauty, we love thee; fault of the eye.
I`m proud I am the night; my chin`up high.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Гиляровский – Я эоловой арфы струна
- The Candle Of The Lord
- Robert Burns: Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring:
- Conviction (ii) by Stevie Smith
- Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Маяковский – Забудем солдатчину!.. (РОСТА №425)
- Ольга Высотская – Волны
- I a soul by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Tonic For Victory
- Reading Runes by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- Владимир Луговской – Ночной патруль
- Федор Сологуб – Выйди в поле полночное
- Hands by Russell Edson
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
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).
