They are so beautiful, and so very young
they seem almost to glitter with perfection,
these creatures that I briefly move among.
I never get to stay with them for long,
but even so, I view them with affection:
they are so beautiful, and so very young.
Poised or clumsy, placid or high-strung,
they’re expert in the art of introspection,
these creatures that I briefly move among—
And if their words don’t quite trip off the tongue
consistently, with just the right inflection,
they remain beautiful. And very young.
Still, I have to tell myself it’s wrong
to think of them as anything but fiction,
these creatures that I briefly move among—
Because, like me, they’re traveling headlong
in that familiar, vertical direction
that coarsens beautiful, blackmails young—
the two delusions we all move among.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- To Emily Dickinson by Yvor Winters
- Stans Puer ad Mensam by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Agonizing picture of human existence(Rural Life) by Seema Gupta
- My Aroma
- Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Монастыркам
- A Message from my Lodge at Wangchuan to Pei Di by Wang Wei
- Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, Anno 1791 by William Cowper
- Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
- Beggarly Heart by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Phases Of The Moon by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Rankine:
- An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care by Malcolm Massiah
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- I Dream I M The Death Of Orpheus
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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).
