Today I`m sad; yes sad, my eyes did imply.
The heart can`t see; it`s true hidden it lives.
On human vision his love must rely.
My eyes quite spoke, her beauty one that gives.
It was not so; she was a thorn inside,
And poor my heart that followed my eyes` mood.
Now my emotions in my deeps collide,
And with a tear my error I conclude.
One has no eyes, trust what, my friend, the ear?
The voice deceives in crueller ways than sight.
The heart has pain in every instance near.
I say, “Poor heart,” and feel it pain not right.
Who eyed a female with beauty outside
And did not have a heart that took her side.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad First
- The Room by Mark Strand
- Нина Воронель – Аэродром
- Иван Киуру – Человек
- Indian Dancer by Sarojini Naidu
- Robert Burns: Monody: On a lady famed for her Caprice.
- Алексей Толстой – Растянулся на просторе
- Old And New by Rabindranath Tagore
- Elegy III. Anno Aet. 17. On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- Ольга Седакова – Ни темной старины заветные преданья
- Antinous
- Илья Зданевич – Опять на жизненную скуку
- Illusion
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).
