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
- Love’s Unity poem – Alfred Austin
- Aspirations by SAAJIDA GORA
- The Cat in the Kitchen by Robert Bly
- Freedom poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Pretty Woman by Robert Browning
- at_the_zoo.html
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I wage not any feud with death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ольга Ермолаева – Когда распрямлюсь, озирая работу мою
- Sonnet 02
- Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
- Erin, Oh Erin by Thomas Moore
- colors_and_sounds.html
- In The Event Of My Demise by Tupac Shakur
- The Kiss: A Dialogue by Robert Herrick
- Nocturno poem – Ana Chig poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
