A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
Dear absurd child–too dear to my cost I’ve found–
God made your soul for pleasure, not for use:
It cleaves no way, but angled broad obtuse,
Impinges with a slabby-bellied sound
Full upon life, and on the rind of things
Rubs its sleek self and utters purr and snore
And all the gamut of satisfied murmurings,
Content with that, nor wishes anything more.
A happy infant, daubed to the eyes in juice
Of peaches that flush bloody at the core,
Naked you bask upon a south-sea shore,
While o’er your tumbling bosom the hair floats loose.
The wild flowers bloom and die; the heavens go round
With the song of wheeling planetary rings:
You wriggle in the sun; each moment brings
Its freight for you; in all things pleasures abound.
You taste and smile, then this for the next pass over;
And there’s no future for you and no past,
And when, absurdly, death arrives at last,
‘Twill please you awhile to kiss your latest lover.
A few random poems:
- Dresser, The. by Walt Whitman
- The Princess (part 4) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Epigram on the same Laird’s Country Seat by Robert Burns
- Владимир Степанов – Галочка-считалочка
- Wind on the Hill by A. A. Milne
- Владимир Степанов – Неваляшка (Буква Н)
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Enigmatic by Satish Verma
- Николай Заболоцкий – Гроза идет
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Meditation With Feet
- Morning by Mark R Slaughter
- A Coloured Print by Shokei poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Rose The Red And White Lily poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Dawn
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- tears.html
- simple_heart.html
- silence.html
- she.html
- sealed_appropriate.html
- seal.html
- sea_salt_a_villanelle.html
- salamis_quot.html
- sacrifice_and_love.html
- poetry_and_politics.html
- plato.html
- paralipomemnon.html
- our_refuge.html
- one_sweet_white_light.html
- new_land.html
- motionless_body.html
- mother.html
- minimalism_and_the_elm_choka.html
- mark.html
- love_flower.html
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Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.