Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Dorothy Parker Poems

1. "Star Light, Star Bright--" 1/13/2003
2. A Certain Lady 1/3/2003
3. A Dream Lies Dead 1/3/2003
4. A Fairly Sad Tale 1/13/2003
5. A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature 1/13/2003
6. A Portrait 1/13/2003
7. A Very Short Song 1/13/2003
8. A Well-Worn Story 1/13/2003
9. After Spanish Proverb 1/13/2003
10. Afternoon 1/13/2003
11. Alexandre Dumas And His Son 1/13/2003
12. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1/13/2003
13. Anecdote 1/13/2003
14. August 1/13/2003
15. Autobiography 1/13/2003
16. Autumn Valentine 1/13/2003
17. Ballade At Thirty-Five 1/3/2003
18. Ballade Of A Great Weariness 1/13/2003
19. Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear 1/13/2003
20. Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals 1/3/2003
21. Bohemia 1/13/2003
22. Braggart 1/13/2003
23. Bric-A-Brac 1/3/2003
24. But Not Forgotten 1/13/2003
25. Chant For Dark Hours 1/13/2003
26. Charles Dickens 1/13/2003
27. Cherry White 1/13/2003
28. Coda 1/13/2003
29. Comment 1/3/2003
30. Condolence 1/13/2003
31. Convalescent 1/13/2003
32. D.G. Rossetti 1/3/2003
33. Daylight Saving 1/13/2003
34. De Profundis 1/13/2003
35. Dilemma 1/13/2003
36. Distance 1/13/2003
37. Epitaph 1/13/2003
38. Epitaph For A Darling Lady 1/3/2003
39. Experience 1/13/2003
40. Fable 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

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Transition

Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know- again the shriveled bough
Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
And these hard lands be quivering with grain-
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

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