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
15 random poems
- The Land Beyond the Rainbow by Walter William Safar
- Hart-Leap Well by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Бруклинский мост
- Владимир Высоцкий – И в Дубне, и на Таганке что-то ставят, что-то строят
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- To Eva Descending The Stair by Sylvia Plath
- On An Insight On Grecian Spring by Nithin Purple
- Ольга Берггольц – Тост
- Epigram—Commissary Goldie’s Brains by Robert Burns
- Hypatia by Stanley Wilkin
- A Moments Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore
- On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank poem – A. E. Housman
- On the late Captain Grose’s Peregrinations by Robert Burns
- Joy of giving by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Владимир Солоухин – Теперь-то уж плакать нечего
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).
