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
- Meäry Wedded by William Barnes
- dear moon, you will understand by Raj Arumugam
- Ольга Берггольц – Здравствуй
- Владимир Высоцкий – В холода, в холода
- Where’s the Poet? poem – John Keats poems
- Юнна Мориц – Снег в ноябре
- Written In Cananore
- Зинаида Александрова – Одуванчик
- Олег Бундур – Уроки
- The Dragon & The Undying by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Гербель – На смерть воробья
- The Second Voyage by Rudyard Kipling
- Омар Хайям – Кому там от Любви покой необходим
- Il Penseroso poem – John Milton poems
- To Chadaev poem – Alexander Pushkin
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).
