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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- Юрий Галансков – Шиповник
- Matrimony by Mike Yuan
- Angel Of Christmas Love Shining Bright
- I Begin To Think by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: To Daunton Me:
- I Write a Poem by Aiyah De Torres
- Brothers poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Nanny’s Cow by William Barnes
- Sonnet 06
- Олег Сердобольский – Черная считалка
- Hymns Of The Marshes. by Sidney Lanier
- Dilton Marsh Halt poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Southern Song by Margaret Walker
- An Opera House poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Crab by Sharon Olds
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