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
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- The Everlasting Monday by Sylvia Plath
- Шекспир – Бессмертную хоронят красоту – Сонет 83
- Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing by William Stafford
- The Secret of the Machines by Rudyard Kipling
- The Lesson by Maya Angelou
- My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl by Vachel Lindsay
- To Me by William Barnes
- Instead of farewell by Vinko Kalinić
- Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen by William Wordsworth
- A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Breeze at Dawn by Jelaluddin Rumi
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- Lamia. Part II poem – John Keats poems
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