Beauty

Poem By Don Pearson

(For Annabel Jones)

I have walked with beauty, seen it set in stones,
Run my hands across it, thrilled to hear its tones,
Tickled it from rivers, swum with it at sea,
Joined with it in passion, watched it run from me.

I've seen beauty on the plains, running in the grass,
Soaring in the mountains, brought close through a glass,
Glimpsed it in the forest, awful, striped and fell,
Caught its flashing azure flight in a lakeside dell.

Now the Teign is swathed in mist, merging with the sea,
There a fern is growing on a mossy tree.
To the West, the looming moor births a wooded combe,
Here some frills of lichen brighten up a tomb.

I found beauty round the world: Taj Mahal, Mount Cook,
In the great cathedrals or fossilized in rock,
Kathmandu and gay Paree, Niagara and Rome.
Now I rest amidst it, in my Devon home.

8th March 2011

Comments about Beauty

I found beauty round the world: Taj Mahal, Mount Cook, In the great cathedrals or fossilized in rock, Kathmandu and gay Paree, Niagara and Rome. Now I rest amidst it, in my Devon home. walking with beauty set in stones. thrilled to hear its tones. thank you dear poet for this wonderful poem. you hve travelled a lot and the experiences you write and bring it in this poem. lovely poem. like it very much. tony
A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever - John Keats. A thing of beauty is a delight to the eyes and a bliss to the heart. I like the articulation and insight of the poem, as well as the conviction of the poet regarding beauty. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Just came across your page Don - like this one, a very inspired write. You may like to read mine also entitled Beauty.
Great poem that is rich in diction along with fine imagery. you have presented BEAUTY in quite nice manner, that is attractive. I give it 10/10
Fantastic poem. Full of depth and wisdom. The poem is rich in imagery. Great write indeed. I give it 10/10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A farmer' on page 1.


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