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 Языков – Весна
- Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank by Robert Burns
- The Trouble with Snowmen by Roger McGough
- Вероника Тушнова – Утро (Вся ночь без сна)
- Анатолий Жигулин – О, жизнь! Я всё тебе прощаю
- Allegory Of The Cave by Stephen Dunn
- English Poetry. Francis Turner Palgrave. A Churchyard in Oxfordshire. Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев.
- Ок Мельникова – All I want, all I need
- Lucid Dreams by Talha Jafri
- Repentance poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said by Vachel Lindsay
- His Insufficiency Of Praise by Luis Vaz de Camoes
- Mystic by Sylvia Plath
- On The Way To The Bottom by Shel Silverstein
- Mother o’ Mine by Rudyard Kipling
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