A numbness comes with age, wonder falls <br />Away. Even as children we are tired <br />Of solving shapes. We omit to remark <br />The pattern of leaves, the geometry of trees. <br />As for 'seeing the world in a grain of sand' <br />Et Cetera, it never occurred to us. Friend <br />Wordsworth's effusions over some rotten bush <br />Seem rather forced; isn't he whipping himself <br />Into a frenzy about a gaudy eclair of rainbow? <br /> <br />It's not even as if nature is beautiful. <br />Look at the clash of colours everywhere. <br />Why exempt the maker from minimal standards <br />Of aesthetic values? I grant you the fecundity, <br />But rubbish repeated is not what we want; <br />A view-found Matterhorn is all right in its way, <br />But the whole bloated Alps wears a leprous look.<br /><br />Ananta Madhavan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/view-finder/
