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
- Died of Wounds by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The:
- The Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
- Алишер Навои – Поучительные заветы старости
- Алишер Навои – Когда, тоскуя по тебе
- The Lilies by Wendell Berry
- Addressed To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- Owl by Sylvia Plath
- Ballade Of Youth And Age by William Ernest Henley
- Tulips by Sylvia Plath
- The Decay Of A People by William Gilmore Simms
- The Secret Garden by Rita Dove
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Garret poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds by William Shakespeare
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