He chose friends for wit, his bride for beauty.
She always erred on the side of beauty.
Punk soul in a Father’s body, Hopkins
wrote the motley an anthem –- Pied Beauty.
Mary Oliver’s speaker walks with awe
through the world. Dickinson’s died for beauty.
“From the inside.” “Eye of the beholder.”
Well-meaning parents lied about beauty.
Shooting star, marigold, peacock’s jeweled tail.
The cop let the hot speeder slide, beauty
a higher law. Are we happy for friends’
luck, or do we envy wealth, pride, beauty?
Awed by her fine-boned face and lanky frame,
we reeled from Liz’s suicide, beauty
failing as an antidote to despair.
Add break-up, no job. Divide by beauty.
Still sexy at sixty-four, Adam Ant
claims the stage with a young stud’s stride. Beauty
indelible as memories of our teen
selves, school ruled by surly jock, snide beauty.
Kids think their grandparents were always old.
Too soon, our own faces slide from beauty
to ghost. Stone, remember all the wasted
time? Young, lovely, dumb, you cried for beauty.