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
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Lo by William Wordsworth
- Василий Жуковский – Бородинская годовщина
- Strumpet Song by Sylvia Plath
- Mother by Shahida Latif
- Ballade Of Blind Love poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Mystic As Soldier by Siegfried Sassoon
- Константин Ваншенкин – Городские костры
- Olney Hymn 33: Seeking The Beloved by William Cowper
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Пожар
- Bridal Song by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот за то, что я пою… (Главполитпросвет №153)
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
- A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts by Wallace Stevens
- Thoughts Mahomed Akram
- Primer by Rita Dove
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