What is beauty?
Where is
that strangling nymph
that so many men
write odes to and lose themselves for?
What is beauty?
The painting of light,
how it is reflected, held,
bestowed on the world!
Whatever beauty is,
it is even more beautiful
in the dark,
unseen,
and pressed against me.
John Keats said 'A thing of beauty is joy forever.' Rebekah Gamble says beauty in a different way, yet, there is joy in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'the beauty is in the eyes of who sees' - Dalai Lama. all of us have the inherent beauty of love (wich generated us)