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
- They’ve Put A Brassiere On A Camel by Shel Silverstein
- August 1968 by W H Auden
- Владимир Маяковский – Чехарда в палате… (РОСТА №881)
- Ольга Берггольц – Ласточки над обрывом
- Николай Языков – Послание к Кулибину (Какой огонь тогда блистал)
- Ballades IV – Of Life poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Виктор Шамонин-Версенев – Дед-разиня, хитрая лиса и глупый волк
- Аля Кудряшева – Пой мне еще, что я могу изменить
- Василий Курочкин – Старая песня
- Николай Карамзин – Куплеты из одной сельской комедии, игранной благородными любителями театра
- Sonnet 05 poem – John Milton poems
- At The San Francisco Airport by Yvor Winters
- Sculpture of Debris on the Waterfront by Martina Reisz Newberry
- A Single Man
- You Felons on Trial in Courts. 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).
