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
- My Friend by Rabindranath Tagore
- And their feet move by Sappho
- God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children by Yehuda Amichai
- From The Italian Of Michael Angelo by William Wordsworth
- Noah by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wuthering Heights by Sylvia Plath
- Константин Бальмонт – Далеким близким
- Repentance by Shailendra Chauhan
- Extract From The Conclusion Of A Poem Composed In Anticipation Of Leaving School by William Wordsworth
- Three Portraits Of Prince Charles poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Don’t Hang Up The Phone by Miraj Patel
- Омар Хайям – Чем ниже человек душой, тем выше задирает нос
- Amphion poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Merrow Down by Rudyard Kipling
- Outside the Window, Snow
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).
