Poems for Marvin


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.





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