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
- Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Night Of Battle by Yvor Winters
- Владимир Корнилов – Спортлото
- Nijole Miliauskaite – Nijole Miliauskaite
- The Oak poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- A Dialogue
- The Watchman
- Николай Языков – Послание к А. Н. Очкину (О, ты, с которым я, от юношеских лет)
- Lyonnesse by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: The Wounded Hare:
- The Plantster’s Vision poem – John Betjeman poems
- The End by Rabindranath Tagore
- Three Portraits Of Prince Charles poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Forbidden Fruit by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Broceliande
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).
