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
- Outsong in the Jungle by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet 18 poem – John Milton poems
- Михаил Кузмин – Уж не слышен конский топот
- Madonna of the Evening Flowers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Gazebo
- Song of Medical Dick and Medical Davy by Oliver St. John Gogarty
- To Any Dead Officer by Siegfried Sassoon
- Give Me Back My Rags #1 by Vasko Popa
- Olney Hymn 32: The Shining Light by William Cowper
- The Gardener LXVIII: None Lives For Ever, Brother by Rabindranath Tagore
- An Imperial Elegy by Wilfred Owen
- I’m Sexy and I Know It by Aiyah De Torres
- Николай Заболоцкий – Голубиная книга
- Владимир Маяковский – Негритоска Петрова
- The Lilac by William Barnes
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