Paige Scott


A Thing of Beauty


Keats once claimed that beauty
Shall always be a joy.
But how—I ask—can this, then, be—
When beauty often fades?

What, then, is the source of beauty?
Shall that e’er fade away?
If no more beauty we can see—
Does that joy go away?

I say that beauty lies in the soul—
Not always in the face.
When – with joy—a heart is full
Can beauty ever fade?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Thing of Beauty by Paige Scott )

Enter the verification code :

  • Almedia Knight-Oliver (8/18/2009 12:33:00 PM)

    'A thing of Beauty lies in the soul not always in the face, when a heart is full, {the question asked}
    can beauty ever fade? I say, too beauty is in the soul and can never 'fade away'
    This is a thought provoking poem-because your poem raises question that poets(Keats) have discussed for centuries. Good write...keep up writing, you'll accomplish your dream in your teens. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Low Performances, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  2. Trivial Pursuits, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  3. "These doodles help me...", Jeff Gangwer
  4. "In a manner of speaking...", Jeff Gangwer
  5. "Can I just...? ", Jeff Gangwer
  6. SLEEPING NIGHT, Egbe Chris
  7. Doorways / Points of Access, Jeff Gangwer
  8. "...on the hook", Jeff Gangwer
  9. Pioneers and Parade Floats, Jeff Gangwer
  10. The Muse, Midnights Voice

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]