Beauty
This piece right here is not my own. I honestly do not know who wrote it. One day when I was checking my email a black male placed this into my box and told me that this poem summed up his interpretation of me...So, after reading it I was taken aback. I have grown to claim this piece as one of my favorites.
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And a poet said, speak to us of Beauty. Where shall you seek Beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? The "Aggrieved" and the "Injured" say, Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half shy of her own glory she walks among us. And the "Passionate" say, Nay, Beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us. The "Tired" and the "Weary" say, Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow. But the "Restless", say We have heard her shouting among mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hooves, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions. At night the "Watchmen of the City" say, Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east. And at moontide the "Toilers" and the "Wayfarers" say, we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset. In winter say the "Snow-bound", She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills. And in the summer heat the "Reapers" say, We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair. All these things have you said of Beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied. And Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, but rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw. But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight. People of Orphalese, Beauty is: Life when Life unveils her holy face! But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.--Unknown...
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(i.e. Beauty is everything...)
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