Aesthete's Paradise: A Poem

Aesthete's Paradise: A Poem

If there were not one work of art    Left on this world of ugliness   .   If there were not one natural beauty    Left on this world of loveliness   .   If every sunset that was destined to glow    Was reduced to one drab “day’s end”   .   If every pretty bird’s song    turned to discord   .   If every soft, gentle, cool breeze    changed to a blasting storm   .   If every conceivable beauty were    to become repulsive or merely    to fade away   .   I would still be able to    close my eyes    And picture you    And travel to an aesthete’s paradise

If there were not one work of art

Left on this world of ugliness

.

If there were not one natural beauty

Left on this world of loveliness

.

If every sunset that was destined to glow

Was reduced to one drab “day’s end”

.

If every pretty bird’s song

turned to discord

.

If every soft, gentle, cool breeze

changed to a blasting storm

.

If every conceivable beauty were

to become repulsive or merely

to fade away

.

I would still be able to

close my eyes

And picture you

And travel to an aesthete’s paradise

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