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
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 9
- The Turn O’ The Days by William Barnes
- Федор Сологуб – Лихо
- An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care by Malcolm Massiah
- Владимир Орлов – Что нельзя купить
- Looking In The Fire
- Countrywomen by Katherine Mansfield
- Николай Языков – Давным-давно люблю я страстно
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб голод нас не передушил к лету… (Главполитпросвет №160)
- A Servant to Servants by Robert Frost
- Thou and You poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Homage To A Government by Philip Larkin
- Омар Хайям – Чем пустыми мечтами себя донимать
- Men by Maya Angelou
- Before The World Was Made by William Butler Yeats
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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).
