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
- Николай Гумилев – Неизгладимы, нет, в моей судьбе
- Book Leaf by Shaunna Harper
- Creativity: The Top 10 Ways to Increase Your Creativity
- Historion poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Need To Love
- Summer We Called Home by Vinita Agrawal
- On the Seashore by Rabindranath Tagore
- Children Are Like Water by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
- Portrait of a Boy by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Яков Полонский – Полонский здесь не без привета
- Half-Ballad of Waterval by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Луговской – Севастополь
- Complaint Prometheus
- Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare
- The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
Some external links:
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).
