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
- Олег Бундур – Где живут мысли
- “Could I but leave men wiser by my song ” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Kind Moon by Sara Teasdale
- Fake Identity by Roberto Cocina
- Alone in Crowds to Wander On by Thomas Moore
- Николай Карамзин – Прости
- Николай Рубцов – Хороший улов
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 45. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden
- Stars
- The Rock Cries Out to Us Today by Maya Angelou
- The True Lover poem – A. E. Housman
- Apathy by Shailendra Chauhan
- Pain Became My Friend Today © by Shannen Wrass
- Thisbes Song
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).
