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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Городок
- Night Shift by Sylvia Plath
- Вера Павлова – Телефонные кнопки
- Water by Robert Lowell
- Landscapes poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Василий Жуковский – Младенец: Стих, который легко учится, 28 строк – Стихотворения Жуковского на Poetry Monster
- I bended unto me a Bough by Thomas Edward Brown
- Вера Павлова – Завещание
- Юнна Мориц – Астры
- Mountain Wellhead
- Михаил Кузмин – Три раза я его видел лицом к лицу
- Robert Burns: Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa:
- Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- A Lady poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnets CXVI: Let me not to the marriage of true minds by William Shakespeare
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).
