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
- Федор Сологуб – Снежное поле бесшумно
- Heaven and You by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- Юнна Мориц – В серебряном столбе
- Владимир Маяковский – Помогите цинготным детям (Главполитпросвет №274)
- Faithless Nelly Gray by Thomas Hood
- Happiness poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Freedom Of Poetry by Ndue Ukaj
- Ballades V – Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Abd el-Hadi Fights a Superpower by Taha Muhammad Ali
- Sonnet : To Eva by Sylvia Plath
- Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell by Robert Burns
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXVII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf poem – Andrew Lang poems
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Finale. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
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).
