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
- Free Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Songs of the Lathes by Rudyard Kipling
- A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost
- In A Garden by Sara Teasdale
- In A Cuban Garden by Sara Teasdale
- “If I Must Go” by Sara Teasdale
- Oh could my Mind
- In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale
- Валерий Брюсов – Идеал
- I Would Live In Your Love by Sara Teasdale
- Hex by Rachel McKibbens
- Из головы у меня не выходишь
- Гавриил Державин – Желание в горняя
- Михаил Лермонтов – Я не для ангелов и рая
- Алишер Навои – О, мне бы крылья
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).
