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
- Presentiment poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Subject to Change by Marilyn L. Taylor
- News, lassies, news (Song) by Robert Burns
- Remembering Mountain Men by William Stafford
- Plague Of Dead Sharks
- Новелла Матвеева – Маяк
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Добрый совет
- Five Ways To Kill A Man poem – Andre Breton poems
- Sonet 44 by William Alexander
- When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman
- Antediluvian Kural On Twitter
- Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787 by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Lines Written In Friars’-Carse Hermitage:
- When I Watch the Living Meet poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Sonnet CI by William Shakespeare
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