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
- Elegy
- Who is the Bogeyman? by Ross D Tyler
- Владимир Гиппиус – Друг, скажу тебе несказанное
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
- An Old Man’s Winter Night by Robert Frost
- Lines Written As A School Exercise At Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis 14 by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Я знаю, люблю я бесплодно
- The Call To Arms In Our Street by Winifred Mary Letts
- In A Classroom
- Николай Языков – Е. А. Тимашевой (Молодая ученица)
- Like This by Rumi
- Inscription on a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Death Sir Henry Wootton
- Her Epitaph by William Strode
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