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
- Жан де Лафонтен – Карман
- Альфред де Мюссе – Вспомни обо мне
- Minstrels by William Wordsworth
- Despair by Samuel Coleridge
- September by Ted Hughes
- Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome 2 (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Стефан Малларме – Записка Уистлеру
- Miss Loo by Walter de la Mare
- The Mother by Patrick Pearse
- Give me a doctor by W H Auden
- Михаил Лермонтов – А. А. Олениной (Ах! Анна Алексевна)
- Федор Сологуб – Словами горькими надменных отрицаний
- Everymaid by John Oxenham
- On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines by William Vaughn Moody
- Sweet Dancer by William Butler Yeats
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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).
