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
- What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Костров – Просыпаюсь от сердечной боли
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Улетевшим мечтам
- Валерий Брюсов – Песня девушки в тайге
- Reveille by Primo Levi
- YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY by Steve Troyanovich
- Robert Burns: The Trogger.: Heron Election Ballad, No. IV.
- Владимир Степанов – Осы
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- The Hand In The Dark
- Climbing poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Михаил Лермонтов – А. А. Олениной (Ах! Анна Алексевна)
- Низами Гянджеви – Розу пологом колючим
- Кондратий Рылеев – Меня пленяли наши деды
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись 1 к статуе Петра Великого
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).
