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
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Киклоп драма сатиров (перевод)
- The White Road Up Athirt The Hill by William Barnes
- silence.html
- English Poetry. Richard Hovey. The Old Pine. Ричард Хави.
- Robert Burns: The Lovely Lass O’ Inverness:
- Changes by William Barnes
- The Solitary by Sara Teasdale
- Sculptor by Sylvia Plath
- Аля Кудряшева – Это просто слишком длинная осень
- Василий Тредиаковский – Видеть все женские лица
- Огюст Барбье – Ни кротостью, ни негой ясной
- Омар Хайям – Красой затмила ты Китая дочерей
- Ros poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Song by William Butler Yeats
- Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin
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).
