The Beautiful Changes – Poem by Richard Wilbur

The Beautiful Changes

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides 
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changed 
By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it; 
As a mantis, arranged 
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is greener than anyone knows.

Your hands hold roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways, 
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and Thing’s selves for a second finding, to lose 
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder. 

by:Richard Wilbur




I can’t stop, not for the scorching sun

Nor for the pouring rain

Not when it’s all in vain

Neither when I’m burdened with pain.

I can’t stop, not when memories fail to fade

Nor when sadness is all I gain

Not when solitude is all I fate

Nor when her beauty all carries away.

I can’t stop, not when all my energy I spend

I can’t stop, for I haven’t reached my journey’s end;

I can’t stop, for a broken heart I mend

I couldn’t stop, now my life is in shreds.

Now I keep moving for it’s all I have left

I keep moving for to love is to pretend

I keep moving for my journey is its end

And I’ll keep moving until the final farewell.


-Brian Koome-


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Is love a pit to fall in?
Or a dungeon that we’re in?
Why’s it thought of as immoral,
yet practiced by the Immortal?

Is Darkness an ugly state?
Why’s Death a horrible fate?
What if darkness was Nature?
Perhaps, it’s humble in stature.

What if Life was just freedom,
and, judgment but cumbersome?
What if I fell in love with Darkness?
What Magic could I harness?

Let go of it all, my dear friend!
This isn’t really how it all ends.
If we saw the beauty of the Dark,
you’d find her love is quite stark.

~Pramodh Iyer, a poet of The Equilibrium of Life


Sophistication – the word has its own charm and elegance.

Who doesn’t want to be like the smart people?

Those whom we see in films and television.

Who ooze confidence and gloss by the bucketful.


We are not talking about the sleazy gangsters here.

The ones blowing smoke rings and talking between clenched teeth.

Nor are we talking about the gangster molls.

Who are all glammed up and aim to smile and please.


So what makes one a sophisticate? Let’s try to understand.

This person is extremely complex and intricate.

Has a deep knowledge of culture, fashion and is cosmopolitan.

Understands complicated stuff and is highly literate.


Highly knowledgeable and modest at the same time.

Worldly wise and experienced and enlightened.

Urbane and savvy and smooth and refined.

A person cool and polished bright like a diamond.


I guess that gives an idea about the sense of the word now.

But know what the original meaning of the word ‘sophistication’ implied?

It was the main quality of simpletons and rubes.

Isn’t it funny that apparently the word meant ‘simplify?’


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For dear lang

For dear lang…


Cup filled till brink .

But not a drop for me to drink .

This is where I sink.

When I read your poetry .


When I indulge in your deep thoughts .

When I understand the depth of your words.

I can understand your broken love.

How much had made you tough.

Oh baby! Oh dear ! How much have you learnt.

I can’t ever reach that world.


Inspired by lang leav.

All The Songs

Every song has become about you

When the love songs start playing

I remember what we used to be

And when the ones about heartbreak start

I picture us now.


Originally published on The Sehrish Thing, please do check out my blog. LIKE if you enjoyed reading the poem, thanks!


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