Behold the human race! What wonder thing!
My tears in sadness wet, in joy they`re bright.
We have the fancy things of a queen, king,
And female voices for the ear jut right.
And when of age our faces turn to old,
What animal compares with such a look?
We have the patience to work the pearl, the gold,
And hands the most delicious meals to cook.
So then with a loud voice and surely clean
I can cry out all o`er the universe,
“Yes, listen now, this`s what I truly mean:
The human race is far from any curse.”
The ground is rich enough to give the flowers,
But mind immmense is God who makes us towers.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Survivor by Primo Levi
- Жан де Лафонтен – Волк, Мать и Ребенок
- Hiking by Mike Yuan
- Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City by Thomas Lux
- Before an Examination by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Олег Бундур – Неправильный кот
- Юнна Мориц – Собственное небо
- Leaves Compared With Flowers by Robert Frost
- Юлия Друнина – Запас прочности
- On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank poem – A. E. Housman
- Summer Stillness poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: She’s Fair And Fause:
- A Choka Is A Littoral Drift
- The Stinging Nettle poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
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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).
