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
- Юлия Друнина – Я горожанка
- You Can Have It by Philip Levine
- Яков Полонский – Братья
- An Address to the Rev. George Gilfillan by William Topaz McGonagall
- Jubal and Tubal Cain by Rudyard Kipling
- Михаил Лермонтов – Бартеневой
- Night Shift by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Бундур – Собираемся в гости
- To Youth by Robert Herrick
- Keeping Going by Seamus Heaney
- Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Burlesque Lament For The Absence Of William Creech, Publisher:
- Mr. Apollinax by T. S. Eliot
- Николай Карамзин – Эпитафия (Он жил в сем мире для того)
- Paradise Lost: Book 11 poem – John Milton poems
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).
