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
- The useless counsellor by Ross D Tyler
- The Mower To The Glo-Worms poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- New Year’s Dawn – Broadway by Sara Teasdale
- Yonder pomp of costly fashion (Song) by Robert Burns
- Adieu poem – Yuvraj Johri poems | Poetry Monster
- Girl’s Song by William Butler Yeats
- Gradual Clearing poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- At Shelley’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Набоков – Забудешь ты меня, как эту ночь забудешь
- Владимир Маяковский – Советская азбука (Железо куй, пока горячее…)
- Battle-Scene From the Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer by Sylvia Plath
- Василий Жуковский – Суд Божий над епископом
- Dans les filets de midi by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Epistle from Esopus to Maria by Robert Burns
- Ольга Седакова – Цивилизация
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