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:
- Percy Janes Boarding The Bus
- Sonnet 02 poem – John Milton poems
- Three Songs To The One Burden by William Butler Yeats
- Gray Dawn by Satish Verma
- Николай Гумилев – Капитаны
- The Pond poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: The Henpecked Husband:
- Song On May Morning poem – John Milton poems
- Омар Хайям – Не для веселости я пью вино
- The Earth Trembles by Shahida Latif
- An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare poem – John Milton poems
- O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied by William Wordsworth
- New York’s Bad Dream by Matthew Abuelo
- A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не возьмут и невзгоды в крутой оборот…
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
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.