An Eye For Beauty by Dennis Lange

July 12, 2012 by thebardonthehill

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An Eye For Beauty

Ere men can marvel at the moon,
And starlit beauty see,
There must, inside of much-awed man,
A sense of beauty be.

Before a rainbow in the mist,
Or peacocks’ prideful spreads
Brings sighs, delight, there has to be
Receptors in our heads.

For there’s no cup of milk to drink
And there’s no mile to run
Until the unit first exists,
Until the standard’s done.

How does mere matter know, perceive
The splendor that is purled,
Unless the Maker gave the sense
And matched it with the world?

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on July 12, 2012 at 10:32 AM | Reply annedearle

Beautiful words – and so true
on July 12, 2012 at 11:16 AM | Reply Julie Catherine

Lovely poem, Dennis – much wisdom here, thank you for sharing with us.
on July 12, 2012 at 2:06 PM | Reply asoulwalker

Well said sir.
on July 12, 2012 at 3:32 PM | Reply Dennis N. O'Brien

I wonder if some other animals appreciate beauty – they won’t tell us.
on July 12, 2012 at 6:32 PM | Reply thebardonthehill

No, they won’t tell us and that’s just one of many things that separate us from them.
on July 12, 2012 at 10:15 PM | Reply sandraconner

Dennis, this is so beautiful — not just the meter and rhyme, but the concept. I love it.
- on July 13, 2012 at 7:48 AM | Reply thebardonthehill
  
  Thanks. I was pleased that the poem, when finished, expressed the thought I wanted it to.
on July 13, 2012 at 2:23 PM | Reply Linda Willows

oh, This One. ! I love this completely, Linda