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Beauty
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty.
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her
unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of
your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and
gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks
among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of
might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky
above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft
whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that
quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among
the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating
of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall
rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we
have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the
sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the
spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen
her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her
hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched
forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would
hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a
song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing
attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels
for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her
holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
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2-Noashi Koriyama
One is amazed
By a water lily bud
Unfolding
With each passing day,
Taking on a richer color
And new Dimensions
One is not amazed,
At a first glance,
By a poem,
Which is as tight closed
As a tiny bud.
Yet one is surprises
To see the poem
Gradually unfolding,
Revealing its rich inner
self,
As one reads it
Again
And over again
From Readers
Zainab الاسم:
A thought that came to me after reading the
poem(Unfolding Bud)
Life is like the unfolding buds
Unfolds each passing day
In which we get new experience,
Learn new things,
And develop.
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3- W H Auden
Twelve Songs IX
Stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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4- Lord Byron
She Walks In
Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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