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
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 41. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- My Partner in Crime by Rennu Ayyar
- Юлия Жадовская – Да, я вижу
- Наум Коржавин – Меня, как видно, Бог не звал
- Владимир Степанов – Как живете? Что жуете?
- A Friend Forever
- Unforgetting by Satish Verma
- Hymn To Aphrodite by Sappho
- Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday by Robert Burns
- Christmas in India by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Silence by Thomas Hood
- The Douglas Tragedy poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Rains Have Come poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Palanquin Bearers by Sarojini Naidu
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