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
- Brother of All, with Generous Hand. by Walt Whitman
- Silver Trails by Satish Verma
- come on in, baby by Raj Arumugam
- Moonlit Night by Tu Fu
- Incense by Vachel Lindsay
- Lying on a Slab by Satish Verma
- The Gardener XXIX: Speak To Me My Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Epistle on J. Lapraik by Robert Burns
- Captivity poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- a delicate beauty along the shore by Raj Arumugam
- Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid by William Wordsworth
- Николай Гумилев – Какою музыкой мой слух взволнован
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour. Томас Мур.
- Наум Коржавин – Он собирался многое свершить
- Robert Burns: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
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