Dew-Drop And Diamond

Poem By Robert Graves

The difference between you and her
(whom I to you did once prefer)
Is clear enough to settle:
She like a diamond shone, but you
Shine like an early drop of dew
Poised on a red rose petal.

The dew-drop carries in its eye
Mountain and forest, sea and sky,
With every change of weather;
Contrariwise, a diamond splits
The prospect into idle bits
That none can piece together.

Comments about Dew-Drop And Diamond

Magnanimity of natural beauty bestowed on a dew drop wonderfully unveiled in the backdrop of the beauty bestowed on a diamond. Well deserving poem of the day. Congrats.
Great piece of work. Very apt comparison. The difference is clear. While the drop of dew holds the world in its smallness the diamond splits the world into fragments. Loved it.
She like a diamond shone, but you Shine like an early drop of dew Poised on a red rose petal. Diamond and dew drop. fine images. tony
She like a diamond shone, but you Shine like an early drop of dew Poised on a red rose petal....... amusing expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
To shine in bits and pieces when when one is shattered to its core......that is where lies beauty of life......marvelous poem worthy of member poem place.


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