The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Reveille by Primo Levi
- Николай Глазков – 9-е мая
- Михаил Лермонтов – Блистая, пробегают облака
- Огюст Барбье – Сегодня я в пути
- Иван Киуру – От северной половины земного шара
- Николай Гумилев – Они спустились до реки
- What Then? by William Butler Yeats
- There Pass the Careless People poem – A. E. Housman
- Stanzas To Miss Wylie poem – John Keats poems
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лисица, Мухи и Еж
- Self-Portrait poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Dark Matter by Aaron Baker
- Maternal Grief by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Порядочный гражданин
- Polyphemus poem – Alfred Austin
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).
