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
- Unrequited Pathological
- laugh to cry by Raj Arumugam
- True Love by Robert Penn Warren
- The Mother by Patrick Pearse
- Шекспир – Неужто я, приняв любви венец – Сонет 114
- A Leaf for Hand in Hand. by Walt Whitman
- Departure by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Пожар
- You Are Mine by Pushpendra Singh Baghel
- The Stwonèn Pworch by William Barnes
- Sonnet 03
- Владимир Луговской – Игорь
- From you have I been absent in the spring… (Sonnet 98) by William Shakespeare
- Song Of The Colours By Taj Mahomed
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
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).