Here are four of Dorothy’s verses written for Marvin that were part of the opening and the closing of their life together.
When you give me your love, you
put a mystery into my hands. I
take it in that spirit, and wait
Like a blind child I saw holding
up a quiet, folded dove: she
was feeling it with her cheek
And one could guess what wonders
she would find: that she would
see it better—being blind.