Beauty is a disgust to him
whose days are troubled
with definite wanderings
among harbors and markets.
Throughout his days,
blotting calendars; counting,
yet overfed. Hates recess
that impedes the banking.
Beauty is a disgust to him
who scorns idle moments
from inexpensive pleasures,
such as sunset and lilies.
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-is-a-disgust-to-him/
