The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- At Last She Comes by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Attack by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sonnet CXXXVIII by William Shakespeare
- Spelt From Sibyl’s Leaves poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Year O’ year by Nikunj Sharma
- To Prince Charles by William Alexander
- Юрий Левитанский – Диалог у новогодней елки
- Follower by Seamus Heaney
- Владимир Высоцкий – Звезды
- Insomniac by Maya Angelou
- Зинаида Александрова – Молодой месяц
- Олег Бундур – Эпидемия
- Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
- To Melancholy- Written On An intensely agitated Day by Nithin Purple
- Николай Гербель – Зной
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
