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
- Poem of Joys. by Walt Whitman
- A-Haulen O’ The Corn by William Barnes
- Огюст Барбье – Тициан
- Аля Кудряшева – Тишина
- Robert Burns: The Posie :
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Песня пахаря
- conference_swan_beauty.html
- The Winged Mariners
- first_verse.html
- Николай Заболоцкий – Оттепель
- Lying Down by Robert Desnos
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давайте я спою вам в подражанье радиолам
- A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- The Story Of Our Lives by Mark Strand
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).
