Marvin Bell Poems
- To Dorothy You are not beautiful, exactly. You are ...
- I, Or Someone Like Me In a wilderness, in some orchestral ...
- The Self And The Mulberry I wanted to see the self, so I ...
- Life I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a...
- Wednesday Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late ...
- He Said To crawl toward the machine guns except to ...
- These Green-Going-To-Yellow This year, I'm raising the ...
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Comments about 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.
Submitted by Larry Bole