Beautiful am I, oh, mortals, like a dream of stone! And my breast, where each in his turn has been broken, Is made to inspire a love in the poet Eternal and mute as matter is lasting and still. In the azure enthroned, an inscrutable sphinx, I join a heart of snow and the whiteness of swans; Movement I hate when it tampers with line, And never do I weep and never do I laugh. The poets, before my insolent poses, Borrowed it seems from the proudest of statues, Will consume all their days in rigorous trials; For I, to fascinate these docile lovers- Pure mirrors in which all things shine- Have my eyes, my wide eyes, transparent forever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE PIED BEAUTY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |