Do not wonder why beauty eludes you,
Why beauty hides,
Why everyone is embarrassed by beauty,
And sweetest beauty even the poet derides.
Do not wonder why beauty
Cancels wonder. Beauty is an end
In itself, as you are;
Beauty is not involved with wonder.
The curious, in silence, walk by.
Philosophy can only stare at the beautiful and sigh.
This is why beauty eludes you,
This is why beauty hides,
This is why beauty threw herself
At someone else, and someone else decides.
Someone else is almost satisfied.
Someone else almost wonders not.
But you wonder. Because beauty eludes
You; colors, paintings, nudes.
You belong to a darker, different plot:
A forest at night, with thunder,
War raging, death and sorrow,
And revenge using science to be more savage tomorrow.
Poet! Painfully you wonder!
You write poems every day.
Long live the wonder—
The distant crash of thunder—
Which chases beauty away.