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
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- Don’t Worry by John Oxenham
- Николай Глазков – Эрмитаж
- Владимир Британишский – Горный институт
- A Border Burn poem – Alfred Austin
- If I could tell you by W. H. Auden
- Владимир Набоков – Как часто я в поезде скором
- But Outer Space by Robert Frost
- Какой ты сегодня взволнованный
- Lament For Culloden by Robert Burns
- Владимир Набоков – Будь со мной прозрачнее и проще
- Василий Казин – Ожидание
- Каждый день и каждый миг судьбу благодарю
- Colophon poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Валерий Брюсов – Из тихих бездн
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