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...THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG |