To Dorothy
by Marvin Bell
You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
Of a windy night, it brushes the wall
And sweeps away the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true:
“Things that are lost are all equal.”
But it isn’t true. If I lost you,
The air wouldn’t move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn’t be yours. If I lost you,
I’d have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- All Night in Savannah the Wind Wrote Poetry by Aberjhani
- Examination at the Womb-Door by Ted Hughes
- Владимир Маяковский – Слушай, наводчик
- I bended unto me a Bough by Thomas Edward Brown
- Forever Closed by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Вера Павлова – Ты вольно или невольно
- Distributive Trade II – The Wholesaler
- Out Of The Window
- In Hardwood Groves by Robert Frost
- Василий Жуковский – Моя богиня
- Олег Григорьев – Зажав кузнечика в руке
- Yaddo : The Grand Manor by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Address To The Deil:
- Top 5 Furniture Buying Tactics For the Best Purchase
- Speaking To You (From Rock Bottom) by Michael Ondaatje
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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).
