How can I define aesthetics
Without thinking about
The beauty of the Universe?
If the Universe is the cornerstone
Of conceptual definition,
Then anything else loses meaning
Nothing can compare
Not a thing
The Nothingness of Aesthetics
The supreme beauty of indefiniteness
Since Beauty cannot be defined
Not by humans, surely
Not by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely write, trailing off to.... well, personal significance. A thing of beauty is a mystery forever, to tracuce Keats. Say, have you any poems written in francais? Because I would be so grateful to see them.