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
- Cult of Lynching by Satish Verma
- Raindrops by Michael Mulcahy
- An Acre Of Grass by William Butler Yeats
- With his venom by Sappho
- So Soon Done! by Luis Estable
- Black Market Love by Taisha Destin
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb: Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston.
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись благоверному и Великому князю Александру Невскому
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка про мангустов
- Sonnet 06
- In Measures by Shaunna Harper
- Doubts by Rupert Brooke
- Bring Wine by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Олег Бундур – Идем мы с дедом
- “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin
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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).
