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
- Валерий Брюсов – Где-то
- Breathing Stars, Inspiration and the Labyrinth of Correspondence
- Николай Глазков – А минувшее все непонятнее ребусов
- I Am Me by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- Жан Расин – Решенье принято, час перемены пробил
- Robert Burns: On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain: A Fragment
- Mountain Wellhead
- Laughter In The Senate by Sidney Lanier
- Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
- Conviction (i) by Stevie Smith
- Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth by William Shakespeare
- Kashmiri Song By Juma
- Burns’s Statue At Irvine poem – Alfred Austin
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ну вот – всё ладится, идет всё понемногу
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).
