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...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MOTHER -- 1927 MODEL by BERTON BRALEY SONG by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO ---, ON HER OBSERVING THAT ST. VALENTINE'S DAY WAS HER BIRTHDAY by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |