The illustration
is nothing to you without the application.
You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down
into close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them.
Sparkling chips of rock
are crushed down to the level of the parent block.
Were not ‘impersonal judment in aesthetic
matters, a metaphysical impossibility,’ you
might fairly achieve
it. As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive
of one’s attending upon you, but to question
the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не писать стихов мне и романов
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Заболоцкий – В тайге
- Battalion-Relief by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ode To Lycoris. May 1817 by William Wordsworth
- To an Intra-mural Rat by Marianne Moore
- And She is Spoke by Winifred Mary Letts
- MANY NAMESAKES by Satish Verma
- Олег Бундур – Окошки
- To Vernon Lee poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman by William Butler Yeats
- Алишер Навои – Над головой моею осенних дней листопад
- Василий Тредиаковский – Видеть все женские лица
- A Prayer For Artemis
- Анатолий Жигулин – Ах, речка, речка Тебердинка
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).
