Dorothy Parker Poems

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)
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The first time I died, I walked my ways;
I followed the file of limping days.

I held me tall, with my head flung up,
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This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
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Joy stayed with me a night --
Young and free and fair --
And in the morning light
He left me there.
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My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
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I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
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If I were mild, and I were sweet,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
And hailed your easy lies as true;
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All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.
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