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
- Empowering Women in Gambia
- The Example by William Henry Davies
- The Dunciad: Book I. poem – Alexander Pope
- Orchard by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Loitering with a Vacant Eye poem – A. E. Housman
- Untitled I by Yunus Emre
- Новелла Матвеева – Закон песен
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
- The Welshnut Tree by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Богомольное
- The Declaration of London by Rudyard Kipling
- Annus Mirabilis by Philip Larkin
- A Good Knight In Prison by William Morris
- Another On The Same poem – John Milton poems
- Flower-Gathering by Robert Frost
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).
