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
- Conversation With My Heart by Russ Pergram
- Robert Burns: Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay:
- Lord Of My Life by Rabindranath Tagore
- Василий Жуковский – К мимо пролетавшему гению
- Moonrise poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Ode by William Wordsworth
- The Usurpation
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Epitaph on the same by Robert Burns
- To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: For A’ That:
- By Philemon by William Cowper
- This by Ralph Angel
- May Magnificat poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming by William Shakespeare
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