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
- Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о сумасшедшем доме
- Ольга Берггольц – Потеряла я вечером слово
- Ольга Берггольц – Ты в пустыню меня послала
- Bridal Song by William Shakespeare
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- Crowned poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Coromandel Fishers by Sarojini Naidu
- In September poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Astrophel and Stella: XXXIII by Sir Philip Sidney
- You Are One For Whom Ma Heart Really Cares by Miraj Patel
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- Нина Воронель – Предчувствие погрома
- Epistle from Mr. Somerville, An by William Somervile
- God Full Of Mercy by Yehuda Amichai
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).
