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by Marvin Bell | |

To Dorothy

 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.

by Marvin Bell | |

He Said To

 crawl toward the machine guns
except to freeze
for explosions and flares.
It was still ninety degrees at night in North Carolina, August, rain and all.
The tracer bullets wanted our asses, which we swore to keep down, and the highlight of this preposterous exercise was finding myself in mud and water during flares.
I hurried in the darkness-- over things and under things-- to reach the next black pool in time, and once I lay in the cool salve that so suited all I had become for two light-ups of the sky.
I took one inside and one face of two watches I ruined doing things like that, and made a watch that works.
From the combat infiltration course and common sense, I made a man to survive the Army, which means that I made a man to survive being a man.

by Marvin Bell | |

The Self and the Mulberry

 I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry.
It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet defining and redefining a small area so that any shape was possible, any movement.
It stayed put, but was part of all the air.
I wanted to learn to be there and not there like the continually changing, slightly moving mulberry, wild cherry and particularly the willow.
Like the willow, I tried to weep without tears.
Like the cherry tree, I tried to be sturdy and productive.
Like the mulberry, I tried to keep moving.
I couldn't cry right, couldn't stay or go.
I kept losing parts of myself like a soft maple.
I fell ill like the elm.
That was the end of looking in nature to find a natural self.
Let nature think itself not manly enough! Let nature wonder at the mystery of laughter.
Let nature hypothesize man's indifference to it.
Let nature take a turn at saying what love is!