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
- Bridesmaid From Rio by Vaishnavi Prakash
- What Of The Night
- Who Learns My Lesson Complete? by Walt Whitman
- He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Что делать?.. (РОСТА №193)
- Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Орлов – Март
- The Love Child by William Barnes
- Владимир Британишский – Отечественные записки 1840-х годов
- Night At The Marina by Shreekumar Varma
- Валерий Брюсов – Фламандцам
- The Railroad by William Barnes
- A Boston Ballad, 1854. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Чье рождество
- Николай Огарев – Осеннее чувство
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).
