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
- Владимир Луговской – Радость
- The Lamp by Sara Teasdale
- Funeral Day Thoughts by Sudheesh Vs
- The French Revolution as it appeared to Enthusiasts by William Wordsworth
- When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Глазков – Быть хочешь постоянно пьяным
- A bat flits by Yosa Buson
- Not quite dark yet by Yosa Buson
- Epitaph on William Hood, Senior by Robert Burns
- Fear No More by William Shakespeare
- Twas’ the Night Before Christmas and Santa got Drunk by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Владимир Британишский – Служба
- Кондратий Рылеев – К Делии
- The Chambermaid’s Second Song by William Butler Yeats
- Ольга Высотская – Я зубы стисну, губы закушу
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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).
