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
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- Николай Языков – Аделаиде (Я твой, я твой, Аделаида)
- Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood by William Cullen Bryant
- Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua by Samuel Coleridge
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Home. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- The Smiles Of The Bathers by Weldon Kees
- The Illusion of Love by Sarojini Naidu
- Minoan Porcelain
- Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen by William Shakespeare
- Dirge For A Joker by Sylvia Plath
- A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton by Robert Burns
- Владислав Крапивин – На Диком Западе
- Red Slippers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
- Aplogize
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