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
- Nettles by Vernon Scannell
- Robert Burns: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass:
- Behold, the grave of a wicked man by Stephen Crane
- The Wish to be Generous by Wendell Berry
- Matter For Gratitude poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Happiness by Wilfred Owen
- In The Depths Of Solitude by Tupac Shakur
- Man Kunto Maula poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Гиляровский – На Севере
- gesture_theory_a_villanelle.html
- Гавриил Державин – Надежда на бога
- The Ineffectual Dives by Shahida Latif
- Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare
- Омар Хайям – Меняем реки, страны, города
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