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Comment 9 of 149, added on September 24th, 2005 at 10:41 PM.
I just discovered this poem for a nui project, and i loved it from the
first read! Amazing. To take something as poignant as 'truth is beauty,
beauty truth' and turn it into a poem which is inspiring in its own right-
i love it. Of course, i have to have a bit of a femminst gripe about the
fact that it is the woman who died for beauty... :)
Rachel from Australia
Comment 8 of 149, added on September 19th, 2005 at 1:11 PM.
Eu morri pela beleza, mas não me acomodava na mortalha
Quando alguem que morre pela verdade é colocado na tumba ao lado.
Ele suavimente questionou-me:
Porque havia fracassado? e eu respondi: - pela beleza.
E eu pela verdade, ambas são uma. Somos irmãos, ele disse.
E então como antiquarios encontraram uma noite, conversávamos por entre as
Até que o lôdo ( lama esverdeada) atingiu os nossos lábios e cobriu os
COMENTÁRIO: Beleza e verdade são um porque são subjetivas. Não são eternas
os valores e padrões estão em constante mudança e o que era novo passa a
ser antiquadro em outra realidade, é coberto por outra visão de mundo, por
outra realidade.Beleza e verdade apesar de serem motivo de paixão e luta
morrem e são apagadas.
Comment 7 of 149, added on September 10th, 2005 at 11:09 PM.
Dickinson expounds young Keats ( who died at the age of 25) intrigue with
truth and beauty. there is a harmony and dis harmony in this equasion.
which spurred the birth of this poem
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
Comment 6 of 149, added on July 25th, 2005 at 3:46 PM.
i like this poem, and i chose it for a project in one of my college courses
a while back. i feel the man died for truth and the woman for death;
however, they both 'failed' since their dead. when the moss covered them up
to their lips, which led to them not being able to talk to themselves
anymore. so in the end you live for whatever and then you die, but in the
end you'll be forgotten anyways.
from United States
Comment 5 of 149, added on April 13th, 2005 at 11:07 PM.
John Keats said 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on
earth, and all ye need to know.'
Beauty and truth are One, and only death can bring them together, into One.
Death helps keep beauty and truth in their peaks, and to their eternity...
Great minds think alike.
Comment 4 of 149, added on January 31st, 2005 at 2:05 PM.
I love this poem,because it gives me a very shock and a
bright picture.I seem see the Moss covered the two persons, covered Truth
and Beauty ,then they become one..
Comment 3 of 149, added on December 14th, 2004 at 10:54 PM.
to quest for beauty is to live
on life's wake
The other, a path for those
and live and die for death's
from United States
Comment 2 of 149, added on December 6th, 2004 at 2:05 PM.
>It`s been years since I had a good cry.
>There is so much in my heart.
>I just don`t know how to let it out.
>I wish it was like breathing
>Alas, the sigh of my relief comes from thinking
>What is to be
>Where will life take me yonder
>Like driftwood I just seem to float
>Unfortunately thy liquid is not of tears.
>Beauty is in tranquility and peace
>Beauty is in appreciation
>Beauty is never lost...just forgotten.
>I am beautiful...and I don`t have
>to be a flower or a woman.
>I should be appreciate and thanked.
>I`ve worked to hard to have my beauty
>fade into the night.
>Love is not everything, for love will not
>fulfill my heart.
>Love and beauty, beauty is love.
>I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
>Adjusted in the Tomb
>When One who died for Truth, was lain
>In an adjoining room --
>He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
>"For Beauty", I replied --
>"And I -- for Truth -- Themself are One --
>We Brethren, are", He said --
>And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night --
>We talked between the Rooms --
>Until the Moss had reached our lips --
>And covered up -- our names --
Comment 1 of 149, added on September 14th, 2004 at 4:12 PM.
i am doing ths poem for my project and i love this poem because taht the
woman die for love and the man die for truth . i understand that most women
wants to be beautiful so most die becasue that they ant to be beautiful. so
i love this poem i love her she is my favor. poet. ever
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