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
- Федор Сологуб – Кукушка кукует
- Нина Воронель – Маме
- Владимир Маяковский – Понедельник – субботник
- Алексей Жемчужников – Всем хлеба
- Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
- A November Night by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Рубцов – Возвращение из рейса
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Мне были дороги мгновенья
- The Passing Of The Century poem – Alfred Austin
- Жан де Лафонтен – Эзопово объяснение одного завещания
- Wish If You…! by Praveen Parasar
- A Riddle: On A Kiss by William Strode
- Sonnet 14 poem – John Milton poems
- In torque by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Владимир Степанов – Тула-город мастеров
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).
