We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.
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Poems On Beauty
Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being;
truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination. What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.
quote by John Keats
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The place beyond between
Not named as joy;
not named as happiness..
at the end of a thought
the eyes lifted; then,
only the senses;
only the senses’ action seen;
only the endless beauty
of the beautiful unnamed;
only the glory of the food
of the senses unattached;
where is the mind
in this perfect satisfaction?
who needs to name this blessing,
blithe? or to name it, bliss?
beyond a name;
yet known.
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Enslaved Mind
So much to know, so much to learn,
it makes the imagination inside of me burn.
How do I start? What will inpart?
These mind-boggling things are intense.
How is it that some, but not everyone
are content with the tales they've been told?
What is it in me that can't let it be?
It's unnerving and my mystery.
Why is it I find we've never been told
about a planet that came looking for gold?
We are who we are and always will be,
a race that was created for slavery.
Strange as that seems and as ugly as it sounds,
the truth of this strangeness simply astounds
any human with compassionate ways
that slavery continues to our present days.
The continuous oppression of humanity
is the drama that continues on earth.
Religiously, culturally and economically
is the result of a slave species' birth.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Disharmony of Keats
Disharmony of Keats
Truth is beauty, beauty is truth
Can one be constant, the other vary
Still be equal to each other
Mystery of beauty - Miracle of truth
Shimon Weinroth
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.
quote by Louis Aragon
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Beauty is a Million Colors
Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen
Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you
Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess
Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf
To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew
poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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One can't rely on eyes, When Imagination is out of focus!
Eyes can't lie, as they are without
imagination.
When one perceives is hidden
behind cloud of his own
imagination,
How can a schizophrenic can recall who he is,
as seen by others! Mind and intellect when has their
own colours or have colour
blindness,
How can feel true colours of life? When imagination outfocus
senses,
When window is covered by
curtains,
How can one can look clearly at
the world? Room when fitted with filters
and deodarants,
How can one feel the enchanting
odour of soil on first rain fall?
What can be the beauty of
flower, or that flying butterfly to one
wearing coloured glass? When imagination fly above,
losing contact of ground,
The birds eye vision may be vast,
Yet lose minute details,
loses that nut and bolts which
can fit everything!
Never come to conclusion about
anyone,
Never allow prejudice to hold
your mind back,
Let imagination dance on solid
ground, Based on impartial observations!
Learn,
Every beautiful butterfly was
ugly, ever hungry worm before
its metamorphosis!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
Francis Bacon in Of Beauty
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Beauty Is Truth
Natural beauty of nature
Is like a beautiful damsel.
She needs no makeup or perfume
To enhance her physical beauty-
Her beauty is truth, period.
An anonymous wildflower
Growing with delicate fragrance
Beside a forests time-worn path
Can't be anymore lovelier
If plucked and placed within her locks;
Nor her comely grace be improved.
Their "beauty is truth, truth beauty"
Apart they are most beautiful;
In concert they accent the whole.
On a Grecian urn:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
All we need to know.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Largest Life
I
I lie upon my bed and hear and see.
The moon is rising through the glistening trees;
And momently a great and sombre breeze,
With a vast voice returning fitfully,
Comes like a deep-toned grief, and stirs in me,
Somehow, by some inexplicable art,
A sense of my soul's strangeness, and its part
In the dark march of human destiny.
What am I, then, and what are they that pass
Yonder, and love and laugh, and mourn and weep?
What shall they know of me, or I, alas!
Of them? Little. At times, as if from sleep,
We waken to this yearning passionate mood,
And tremble at our spiritual solitude.
II
Nay, never once to feel we are alone,
While the great human heart around us lies:
To make the smile on other lips our own,
To live upon the light in others' eyes:
To breathe without a doubt the limped air
Of that most perfect love that knows no pain:
To say–I love you–only, and not care
Whether the love come back to us again:
Divinest self-forgetfulness, at first
A task, and then a tonic, then a need;
To greet with open hands the best and worst,
And only for another's wound to bleed:
This is to see the beauty that God meant,
Wrapped round with life, ineffably content.
III
There is a beauty at the goal of life,
A beauty growing since the world began,
Through every age and race, through lapse and strife
Till the great human soul complete her span.
Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn,
The currents of blind passion that appall,
To listen and keep watch till we discern
The tide of sovereign truth that guides it all;
So to address our spirits to the height,
And so attune them to the valiant whole,
That the great light be clearer for our light,
And the great soul the stronger for our soul:
To have done this is to have lived, though fame
Remember us with no familiar name.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion.
quote by Jean-Luc Godard
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The pleasure of the senses is always regulated in accordance with the imagination. Man can aspire to felicity only by serving all the whims of his imagination.
quote by Marquis de Sade
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Existence is a mystery, and one should accept it as a mystery and not pretend to have any explanation. No, explanation is not needed — only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised, feeling the mystery of life each moment. Then, and only then, you know what truth is. And truth liberates.
Hello My Gatiting
hello my gatiting
please solve the problem below
if you can solve it
email me the answer
then i will tell you if
we are still friends.
deal.
Solve each of the following inequalities
and express the solution in interval notation.
(x - 6) (x + 2) (- 4 - x) > 0
x2 + x + 2 < 7 - 3x
Find the number by using exponential form.
a) log232
b) ln e5
The following example represents a correspondence f from A to B. Determine whether the associated statements are true or false.
i) One element of A corresponds to two elements of B.
ii) Two elements of A correspond to the same element of B.
iii) Some element of A has no corresponding element in B.
iv) Some element of B has no element of A corresponding to it.
v) Is f a function? If not, then explain why.
you have only an hour to submit
your answer.
after two hours,
our friendship ends.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Universe Is Stranger
THE UNIVERSE IS STRANGER
The universe is stranger
Than the Strangeness we now know-
Its stranger than the Strangeness
The past has so far shown.
The universe is Stranger
Than Strangeness will ever be
It has within itself its own –
Unpredictability.
We cannot know
Cannot suggest
But one day it may well express
Its essence as
God’s Greatest Guess.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beauty Finds Truth In Beauty
Beauty finds beauty in beauty,
Narrowness is barred there to peep,
Conventions’ scales, cry in Time’s ashes,
Incarnated Beauty disobeys spectacles,
The packed eye sights bar out cataracts.
Biased walls of collected customs, over ruled,
Stationed liberty executes the truth.
You artist get transferred into the truth,
Beauty flowers your garden mouth.
The forms with their identity’s names,
Are prism –dropped, rays of the source same.
You plasma monitors the reflection of the two,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’, -save are you who?
poem by Ray Subrata Ray
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Hymn
There in that perfect vale
all will be shown
north, south, west
in vast Eden drowned.
Beauty obscured by beauty
truth from truth revealed
seamless unity
reverse the present world
Run, roustabout nation,
run to that assembly
where the God eternally gathers us
fast about his nucleus.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Everything That Acts Is Actual
From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
from the imagination finding
itself and more than itself
alone and more than alone
at the bottom of the well where the moon lives,
can you pull me
into December? a lowland
of space, perception of space
towering of shadows of clouds blown upon
clouds over
new ground, new made
under heavy December footsteps? the only
way to live?
The flawed moon
acts on the truth, and makes
an autumn of tentative
silences.
You lived, but somewhere else,
your presence touched others, ring upon ring,
and changed. Did you think
I would not change?
The black moon
turns away, its work done. A tenderness,
unspoken autumn.
We are faithful
only to the imagination. What the
imagination
seizes
as beauty must be truth. What holds you
to what you see of me is
that grasp alone.
poem by Denise Levertov
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