Paige Scott


A Thing of Beauty


Keats once claimed that beauty
Shall always be a joy.
But how—I ask—can this, then, be—
When beauty often fades?

What, then, is the source of beauty?
Shall that e’er fade away?
If no more beauty we can see—
Does that joy go away?

I say that beauty lies in the soul—
Not always in the face.
When – with joy—a heart is full
Can beauty ever fade?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009

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  • Almedia Knight-Oliver (8/18/2009 12:33:00 PM)

    'A thing of Beauty lies in the soul not always in the face, when a heart is full, {the question asked}
    can beauty ever fade? I say, too beauty is in the soul and can never 'fade away'
    This is a thought provoking poem-because your poem raises question that poets(Keats) have discussed for centuries. Good write...keep up writing, you'll accomplish your dream in your teens. (Report) Reply

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