I know I love my race, and why no so?
But for outside beauty I wish the rose.
If people vex me, ” Your heart needs to grow!”
I say, “God gave the rose secure-fixed pose.”
But of my race, there`s something I`d ne`er change
For flowers fair, or pearls, or pure gold:
Of his surviving nature his huge range;
How much his blood keeps us we all in hold.
So here I am deep in my human mirth,
And though I`ve eyes and taste for pretty things,
My heart and mind revere and praise my birth,
And then my soul does look divine and sings.
Yes, beauty, we love thee; fault of the eye.
I`m proud I am the night; my chin`up high.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Корнилов – Дом
- Василий Тредиаковский – Леший и мужик
- On the Grasshopper (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: Philly And Willy:
- Flower-Gathering by Robert Frost
- Eight O’Clock by Sara Teasdale
- The Human Seasons poem – John Keats poems
- Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Ethiopia – Lalibela
- The Blue Scarf poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming by William Shakespeare
- Introduction to the Songs of Innocence by William Blake
- Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
- Jock O The Side poem – Andrew Lang poems
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).
