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
- Николай Гумилев – Мореплаватель Павзаний
- you witness my dying by Raj Arumugam
- A Conversation At Dawn by Thomas Hardy
- The Hands That Hang Down
- Владимир Маяковский – Протекция
- A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup by William Butler Yeats
- Inside/Outside The Window
- A Border Burn poem – Alfred Austin
- The Seed Market by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- kaleidoscopic whorled wide web. by matthew scott harris
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Robert Burns: Epistle To The Rev. John M’math: Inclosing A Copy Of “Holy Willie’s Prayer,” Which He Had Requested
- Николай Гумилев – Он воздвигнул свой храм на горе
- Portals. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Глазков – Раздумья
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).
