Francis Galton asks himself, ‘of what a pretty face is made! ’ <br /> <br />Two scientists from Texas University agree and state that: <br />Darwin’s cousin is right; beauty is a lab combining recipes. <br />You select photos of good quality from two hundred women, <br />and fabricate a desired face, brows of one, chins of another. <br />What colour should apply for the point psi of her face? Apply <br />chromatic grade three, average of the extremes one and five. <br />For the beauty, Wilde, you better entrust our own portrait, <br />grey, the median of black and white, a pot instead of flower. <br /> <br />Then Homer, said to be a blind poet, becomes furious, <br />enters their photo lab, disrupts electricity and water provision. <br />‘For centuries I paint beauty without brush’, shouts on them <br />“you short-sighted, why Greeks admired Helen of all women? <br />though I never described her? I donated imagination to paint! <br />Her glance is a rainbow of numerous colours, a daydream, <br />her hair is a waterfall of honey on her breasts, do taste it, <br />her divine body, is Praxiteles' smooth motion, touch upon it, <br />her grace, is a nocturnal music of Mozart, approach and listen, <br />her cheek, is a flower of Edem, for bees of Texas, do smell it.’’ <br /> <br />A diamond engraves wrinkles of wisdom in her brain, <br />the rivers of veins allow the lava flow out of the heart, <br />a crevice in the pomegranate of her soul to generate; <br />look up to her: the Beauty emerges from fires and shades. <br /> <br />Poetry, you liberate me; I look into vision without seeing, <br />I fall in love, with unspeakable myth and unmixed wine, <br />I create the Unknown Beauty for all times, as I imagine her. <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unknown-beauty/
