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
- Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet eye by William Wordsworth
- On Woman by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Донецкий шахтер голодает… (РОСТА №619)
- meeting.html
- “What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far” poem – Alfred Austin
- CAESAR’S LAST BREATH by MICHAEL SALCMAN
- To The King’s Most Excellent Majesty by Phillis Wheatley
- Maya by Rabindranath Tagore
- Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ poem – John Keats poems
- Константин Бальмонт – Чудовище с клеймом
- Ghazal of Rumi by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Олег Сердобольский – У сосульки льет из носа
- The Emigrant by Ndue Ukaj
- Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress by Vachel Lindsay
- Epigram to Miss Jean Scott by Robert Burns
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).
