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
- Sea God and the wind rose by Vinko Kalinić
- The Old Revolutionary’s Room by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Three Songs Of Zahir U Din
- forever blue by Steve Troyanovich
- Robert Burns: Braving Angry Winter’s Storms:
- Consider This And In Our Time by W H Auden
- The Source by Rabindranath Tagore
- Slag by Mark Base
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- Казалось, осталось недолго
- Primrose by Patrick Kavanagh
- Федор Сологуб – Там, внизу, костры горели
- Leszko The Bastard poem – Alfred Austin
- On Recollection by Phillis Wheatley
- Teignmouth: “Some Doggerel,” Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon poem – John Keats poems
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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).
