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
- What these girl means to me by Maphoto selokela
- New York’s Bad Dream by Matthew Abuelo
- Our Whole Life
- The Home by Rabindranath Tagore
- Вера Павлова – Сражаться с прошлым
- To… (Kern) poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Eclogue:–Come And Zee Us In The Zummer by William Barnes
- Fancy
- Robert Burns: On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”:
- Psalm 03 poem – John Milton poems
- Myself by Robert Creeley
- Иван Киуру – Песня моряка
- Федор Сологуб – Собака седого короля
- I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
- Владимир Высоцкий – Парня спасём, парня в детдом
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).
