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
- But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Высоцкий – Граждане, ах, сколько ж я не пел
- The Cyclists poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Danse Macabre by Sylvia Plath
- Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
- Counting Sheep by Russell Edson
- Cheery Beggar poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Cinema Calendar Of The Abstract Heart; 09 by Tristan Tzara
- Robert Burns: On Capt. Lascelles:
- Sonnet CXXXI by William Shakespeare
- Bond and Free by Robert Frost
- Олег Бундур – Босиком
- Shema by Primo Levi
- Ярослав Смеляков – Стихи, написанные на почте
- I think it rains by Wole Soyinka
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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).
