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
- Why England Is Conservative poem – Alfred Austin
- Rivulose poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Ask Me No More poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In The Evening
- Robert Burns: Dainty Davie:
- What these girl means to me by Maphoto selokela
- The First Lover
- Minnie and Winnie poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Наум Коржавин – Иль впрямь я разлюбил свою страну?
- Hannibal by Robert Frost
- Battle Stars
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Буря и тишь
- Владимир Луговской – Ночной патруль
- O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Костров – Поэтессе
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