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
- Hero-Worship poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare
- Валерий Брюсов – К Адалис
- Шекспир – Я так тебя люблю – Сонет 36
- The Look by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson: A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from Almighty God.
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- The Rwose In The Dark by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Нечеловеческой силы требовала война… (Главполитпросвет №285)
- Batty by Shel Silverstein
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 20. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Sappho Redivivus: Fragment
- THE DANGERS OF AN HONEST MAN IN MUCH COMPANY by Abraham Cowley
- Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
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