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
- The Husband’s Black Hands by Mallika Sengupta
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To J. Lapraik:
- To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter by Phillis Wheatley
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Увеличивается ли питание Москвы… (Главполитпросвет №234)
- Robert Burns: Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa:
- Низами Гянджеви – Из месяца лишь день прошел
- Commerce by Satish Verma
- Stir in Stillness by Shruti Talnikar
- Further Instructions poem – Ezra Pound poems
- To Be of Use by Marge Piercy
- Olney Hymn 54: Love Constraining To Obedience by William Cowper
- The Parrot by William Cowper
- Baptistry
- Maenad by Sylvia Plath
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