“O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!”
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Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever.
Everyone has their own insecurities, regardless of how you look or how people perceive you, but sometimes people give their insecurities too much power. Defining beauty is simply a matter of opinion. For me, real beauty has very little to do with the structure of someone's face or body.