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
- When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman
- At Tynemouth Priory by William Lisle Bowles
- Spring poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Covering Two Years by Weldon Kees
- Fierce Mooning by Satish Verma
- The Torments Of Love by Sappho
- Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, Anno 1791 by William Cowper
- In a Vale by Robert Frost
- Robert Burns: The Birks Of Aberfeldy:
- The Stinging Nettle poem – A. E. Housman
- VERY DISTURBING by Satish Verma
- The Black Hawk War of the Artists by Vachel Lindsay
- That devil of a man
- Night Song At Amalfi by Sara Teasdale
- Гавриил Державин – На рождение царицы Гремиславы
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
