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
- The Children’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Dedication poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Little Worold by William Barnes
- Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Британишский – Ностальгия
- Олег Сердобольский – Пришли цыплята в первый класс
- Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There poem – John Keats poems
- A Hymn to Love by Robert Herrick
- A Poet by Thomas Hardy
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иноходец
- Long Distance II by Tony Harrison
- Insolent couplets
- The Cup of Life by Mike Yuan
- Владимир Маяковский – Птичка божия
- You by Thonda Sri Indrani
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).
