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
- Fire’s Reflection by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Огюст Барбье – Зеленая Дева
- Wherever You Go, There You Are by Ryssel Guzman
- Come Into the Garde, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Given Love
- A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire. by William Wordsworth
- The Rain by Robert Creeley
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- Юлия Друнина – Целовались
- Today by Satish Verma
- nominalism_is_a_liquid_kuhi.html
- The Appointment by Ruth Padel
- The Queen’s Complaint by Sylvia Plath
- The Morning Breeze by Mousumi Guha Roy
- Алексей Жемчужников – Верста на старой дороге
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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).
