Marvin Bell


To Dorothy - Poem by Marvin Bell

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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.


Submitted by Larry Bole


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  • Rookie Rochelle Cashdan (5/10/2008 10:38:00 PM)

    If I had to pick one poem as my favorite, this would be the one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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