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
- Cologne by Samuel Coleridge
- Ben Nevis: A Dialogue poem – John Keats poems
- The Imperfect Lover by Siegfried Sassoon
- O You by Satish Verma
- In the Park by Maxine Kumin
- The Promise of the Morning Star poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Набоков – В полнолунье, в гостиной пыльной и пышной
- Endless Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- It Is a Beauteous Evening by William Wordsworth
- Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope
- Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
- Омар Хайям – Даже с самой прекрасной из милых подруг
- A Slice Of School by Vaishnavi Prakash
- The Blacksmith by Olga Dytyniak
- Зинаида Александрова – В гости к бабушке
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).
