The Copper Beech
by Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell
darkening the sidewalk.
Sitting close to the center, not very high in the branches,
I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was happy,
watching it happen without it happening to me.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Да или нет
- Альфред Теннисон – Смерть Старого Года
- last_word_to_childhood.html
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Степан Щипачев – Опять тревожно, больно сердцу стало
- Алексей Плещеев – Прости
- Song, by a Person of Quality poem – Alexander Pope
- Владимир Британишский – Матери моей
- Inscription. by Walt Whitman
- The Tree by Sara Teasdale
- Through Liberty To Light poem – Alfred Austin
- The useless counsellor by Ross D Tyler
- Альфред де Мюссе – Песнь барберины
- “Veruca Salt…” by Roald Dahl
- conference_swan_beauty.html
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).
