'The Beauty of the World'

In my life of seventy eight years, two poems have been a source of inspiration and encouragement to me. Both are of Love and Devotion in pursuit of Happiness and Achievement and as in life there is a mixture of  Success and Failure.
The first and a very famous poem for both it's content and length.
'The Nightingale and the Rose' by Oscar Wilde . It draws on the extent to which a young man will go to impress a young lady and we all know about how that felt, don't we gentlemen.

The main event in this blog or story is a poem 'The Beauty of the World' by the late Denis Kevans, known as Australia's Poet Lorikeet. ( for the none Australian the Lorikeet is a small multi-coloured Parrot). Long long before I met Denis at his home in Wentworth Falls in the Blue Mountains, west of Sydney, he was Internationally known for his poetry on protests of all kinds. The massive anti- Viet Nam rallies; the Rain forest anti logging protests and many  more.
Denis composed the music and lyrics for his songs, but sadly as he told me once, he never made money from them as the rights or whatever were taken and registered by, I think he said a Heavy Metal Rock Group led by a Peter Garrett. Who really knows?, as Denis died some years agoe and I moved to the south coast. No, hang on. I once attended a poetry ready at the Parikeet Cafe in Katomba and I was invited to read 'The Beauty of the World', in front an audience which included Champion Bush Poets  --- they appluaded, goodness me. Then again at our daughter Samantha,s friend,s, wedding and I hope Christine and Kevin remembers it still.
I think Denis wrote the poem for his daughter, however, I think, it is really for any Wife; Daughter; lady Partner and or friend. 

The Beauty of the World.

I saw the beauty of the world,
The fists of diamonds fall,
Where water jumped the gleaming rock,
High on the mountain wall;
They sparkled in the dazzling sun,
As down the wind they blew,
I saw the beauty of the world,
But all I saw was you.

The honeyeater stretched her tongue
In the fluted crimson flower,
Her painted feathers rippling
In the thirsting midday hour;
She stole her children's honey,
And she sipped the blossom-dew,
I saw the beauty of the world,
But all I saw was you.

I saw you where the the waterfall,
In silver tumbled down,
And the moon stood, gazing speechless,
At the long white wedding gown;
Unmarried still she wanders,
But she often comes to view,
I saw the beauty of the world,
But all I saw was you.

 I saw a lizard gazing at
The rainbow in the mist,
Her leather lips's were waving,
And her tail began to twist;
She capered round the clearing,
And she chanced a step or two,
I saw the beauty of the world,
But all I saw was you.

I caught the pride of lovely blooms,
Whose names were never known,
That jostle with the angry winds,
High on the mountain stone;
I saw in gargoyle mountain rocks,
The star flowers in a queue,
I saw the beauty of the world
But all I saw was you.

Now walk towards me, singing,
Froms rocks where music springs.
Where the golden whistlers melody
In idle gladness rings;
Where blooms burst from the rocky cliffs
And the falcon streaks the blue,
I saw the beauty of the world ,
But all I saw was you.

And when the beauty's vanished,
And in time I taste the dust,.
And see the water trickling,
All bright with orange rust;
And my tears are gently shaking,
And my blood has turned to glue,
I will lose the beauty of the wotrld,
But I will still have you.

With best wishes and happiness to you all.
This blog is in memory two great human beings Oscar Wilde and Denis Kevans. 
Malcolm E Mason.