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
- Vehicles by W. S. Merwin
- Ballade of a Special Edition poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ballades IV – Of Life poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Old People’s Home by W H Auden
- Dear Harp of my Country by Thomas Moore
- Stop Looking For Broken Heart Poems and Quotes and Win Your Ex Back Instead!
- Николай Заболоцкий – Предостережение
- Низами Гянджеви – Из месяца лишь день прошел
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше. Теперь
- Георгий Иванов – Альбомный сонет
- Низами Гянджеви – Я долго шел по лугу лет
- Conversation 23: On Cause by Rosmarie Waldrop
- Владимир Орлов – Очень хорошая девочка Яна
- Boris Godunov poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Владимир Гиппиус – Писать стихи
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).
