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
- Низами Гянджеви – Спать не стоит
- Recollection
- ambiguities of absence by Steve Troyanovich
- Sea Shell poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Gemini’s Hurt by Stephen Allen
- The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling
- Soulmating by Mike Yuan
- Behold, from the land of the farther suns by Stephen Crane
- Sonet 33 by William Alexander
- Interpret The Light
- Василий Жуковский – Мина
- Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Faun by Sylvia Plath
- Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Trebetherick poem – John Betjeman poems
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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).
