To Dorothy
by Marvin Bell
You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
Of a windy night, it brushes the wall
And sweeps away the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true:
“Things that are lost are all equal.”
But it isn’t true. If I lost you,
The air wouldn’t move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn’t be yours. If I lost you,
I’d have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
End of the poem
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- His Poetry His Pillar by Robert Herrick
- Moon, I hear you are moving away by Raj Arumugam
- Charm, The by Rupert Brooke
- Жан де Лафонтен – Осел и Собака
- Where Is David, the Next King of Israel? by Vachel Lindsay
- The Holy Mountain of Hope by Thomas Ziemer
- Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- O Wondrous Ecstatic Eyes – Chashmay Mastay poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain: A Fragment
- Robert Burns: I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain:
- Untitled #11 by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Альфред де Мюссе – Намуна
- Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Карамзин – Impromptu графине Р, которой в одной святошной игре досталось быть королевою
- The New World by Philip Levine
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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).
