The Copper Beech
by Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell
darkening the sidewalk.
Sitting close to the center, not very high in the branches,
I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was happy,
watching it happen without it happening to me.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Current by Raymond Carver
- A poem to mankind by Walter William Safar
- Angel Of Better Days To Come
- Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting:
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем жемчуг-роса в траве
- In Excelsis poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- One More Awakening by Pawan Kumar
- Sin and Prayer by Satish Verma
- Napoleon by Walter de la Mare
- Lover’s Gifts XLVII: The Road Is by Rabindranath Tagore
- Peace by William Butler Yeats
- Bahut Kathin Hai poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Tear of warm dew of mind by Seema Gupta
- The Furies by Weldon Kees
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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