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
- Федор Сологуб – Лиловато-розовый закат
- Baby Charley. by Sidney Lanier
- Robert Burns: Adam Armour’s Prayer:
- mother.html
- In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Jingo and the Minstrel by Vachel Lindsay
- Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman
- Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
- Robert Burns: Down The Burn, Davie:
- A New Year’s Gift by William Strode
- To Youth by Sarojini Naidu
- Olney Hymn 40: Peace After A Storm by William Cowper
- Ольга Седакова – Вода-крестьянка
- Song—A Man’s a Man for a’ that by Robert Burns
- Николай Карамзин – К Лиле
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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).
