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
- Илья Эренбург – Я бы мог прожить совсем иначе
- Slag by Mark Base
- Robert Burns: The Deuks Dang O’er My Daddie:
- Welcome by Stephen Dunn
- Orlando Furioso Canto 6 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Владимир Луговской – Остролистник
- Валерий Брюсов – Игорю Северянину (Строя струны лиры клирной)
- Вера Звягинцева – Пойдёте пешком на кладбище
- A Theory Of Prosody by Philip Levine
- Eclipse Of Love
- Владимир Костров – Бедное сердце болит спозаранку
- Валерий Брюсов – Это было? Неужели?
- The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth
- The Enemies Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- Sonnet (VIII) : Some left crown , some left land and some into exile by Neelam Sinha
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).
