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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- Альфред Теннисон – Странствия Мальдуна
- Эмиль Верхарн – Хвала человеческому телу
- Beyond The Veil by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Владимир Маяковский – За 10 месяцев 1920 года… (РОСТА №748)
- Kosmos. by Walt Whitman
- On A Miser (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: The Fete Champetre:
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- Владимир Корнилов – Спортлото
- Николай Некрасов – Вор
- A Divine Mistress by Thomas Carew
- Contraptions by Satish Verma
- Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd. by Walt Whitman
- Philomela by Sir Philip Sidney
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