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
- Polyphemus poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Вишневский – Что хочешь ты – желанье изъяви
- Такахама Кёси – Неспешно ступает
- In Answer to a Request poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Faded Postcard Is A Tanka Daydream
- Олег Сердобольский – Храбрый червячок
- A Tale of Starvation poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Iceland First Seen by William Morris
- Ballade Of The Dead Cities poem – Andrew Lang poems
- An Address to the New Tay Bridge by William Topaz McGonagall
- Laila and the Khalifa by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Come, Rest in this Bosom by Thomas Moore
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Evasion. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Низами Гянджеви – Слышишь, звякнул бубенцами
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