Here's one on the nature of beauty:
...the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things' selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
(Richard Wilbur, "The Beautiful Changes")
The language of this one is a bit tricky. When we read the phrase "the beautiful changes," we initially think the poem is about changes that are beautiful; however, it is beauty itself that is changing, surprising the beholder with fresh variations. According to Wilbur, when we find something (or even better, someone) beautiful, that beauty is not one-dimensional and unchanging: it is not something that can be exhausted, or that we can grow tired of. Just when you one think you've got it figured out what is beautiful about that person or object, you notice something new (the timbre of someone's voice, or the arrangement of brushstrokes in a painting), something undiscovered until now that strikes deep at your heart.
One implication of the poem is that you must know someone/something for quite a while to discover all these beautiful changes - the author persuades us of the value of sustained, meaningful relationships. I suppose another implication is that the full power of someone's beauty is revealed only by taking the time to know them well and understand them thoroughly.
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