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The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.
I used to watch men when they spoke of beauty
And measure their enthusiasm. One
An old man, seeing a ( ) setting sun,
Praised it ( ) a certain sense of duty
To the calm evening and his time of life.
I know another man that never says a Beauty
But of a horse; ( )
Men seldom speak of beauty, beauty as such,
Not even lovers think about it much.
Women of course consider it for hours
In mirrors; ( )
A shrapnel ball -
Just where the wet skin glistened when he swam -
Like a fully-opened sea-anemone.
We both said 'What a beauty! What a beauty, lad'
I knew that in that flower he saw a hope
Of living on, and seeing again the roses of his home.
Beauty is that which pleases and delights,
Not bringing personal advantage - Kant.
But later on I heard
A canker worked into that crimson flower
And that he sank with it
And laid it with the anemones off Dover.
Wilfred Owen
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Ruby Root (8/23/2006 8:11:00 PM)
I find this poem interesting how men think of beauty. I think in our society today it is not like that. People don't see the beauty around them. They are disillusion by material things fast cars, bars, fthe fast lane. Fake women. All that lipstick, high heels. What happened to being natural a little blush a walk in the woods. I would love to see what Wifred Own would say about our society today. Unkind, selfish, and cruel. |
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