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
- Life Passing by Pawan Kumar
- Song—O can ye Labour Lea? by Robert Burns
- Two Months by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Домой
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня из радиоспектакля “Зелёный фургон”
- Михаил Кузмин – В раскосый блеск зеркал забросив сети
- The Ice Palace by William Cowper
- The Triangle by Subhash Misra
- The Lads in Their Hundreds poem – A. E. Housman
- Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee by Robert Burns
- Distributive Trade II – The Wholesaler
- A Lyric to Mirth by Robert Herrick
- The Monkey by Shel Silverstein
- Childhood Memories by Preethi Saravanakumar
- Юлия Друнина – Старая лента, обугленный лес
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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).
