The illustration
is nothing to you without the application.
You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down
into close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them.
Sparkling chips of rock
are crushed down to the level of the parent block.
Were not ‘impersonal judment in aesthetic
matters, a metaphysical impossibility,’ you
might fairly achieve
it. As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive
of one’s attending upon you, but to question
the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Иида Дакоцу – Сложено на вечере поэзии хайку в храме Номандзи
- Английская поэзия. Перси Биши Шелли. К Мэри Шелли. Percy Bysshe Shelley. To Mary Shelley
- Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert by William Cowper
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё меньше вас, участники войны
- I Am Me by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- You by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Илья Эренбург – Круг
- Absence poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о вещем Олеге
- que-sera-sera.html
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Алишер Навои – Как от вздохов безнадежных дым
- The Example by William Henry Davies
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).
