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
- Алексей Жемчужников – Знакомая картина
- Юнна Мориц – Веселый завтрак
- What a Glow Everywhere I see – Aaj Rung Hai poem – with a translation Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – У нас вчера с позавчера
- Angry People by Roger Hayes
- Singer in the Prison, The. by Walt Whitman
- Song Of Jasoda
- The Detective by Sylvia Plath
- Иосиф Бродский – Бюст Тиберия
- Olney Hymn 60: Abuse Of The Gospel by William Cowper
- Иван Мятлев – Наставление Гр[афине] Р[астопчиной]
- Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: First Version
- A Song Of Eternity In Time by Sidney Lanier
- Гавриил Державин – На возвращение графа Зубова из Персии
- Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
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).
