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
- Lover’s Gifts XXII: I Shall Gladly Suffer by Rabindranath Tagore
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Плач
- Leady-Day, An’ Ridden House by William Barnes
- Insomniac by Maya Angelou
- Николай Языков – Водопад
- Алишер Навои – Нет, не от слез кровавых одежда моя красней
- The Talisman poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Mutability by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- A Choka Is A Littoral Drift
- Psalm 81 poem – John Milton poems
- Олег Сердобольский – Мошка Машка
- Николай Гумилев – Леонард
- Little Clock by T. Wignesan
- Ольга Берггольц – Разговор с соседкой
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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).
