Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

161. The Sea 1/13/2003
162. The Searched Soul 1/3/2003
163. The Second Oldest Story 1/13/2003
164. The Small Hours 1/13/2003
165. The Thin Edge 1/13/2003
166. The Trifler 1/3/2003
167. The Trusting Heart 1/3/2003
168. The Veteran 1/13/2003
169. The Whistling Girl 1/13/2003
170. The White Lady 1/13/2003
171. The Willow 1/13/2003
172. Theory 1/13/2003
173. There Was One 1/13/2003
174. They Part 1/13/2003
175. Thomas Carlyle 1/13/2003
176. Thought For A Sunshiny Morning 1/13/2003
177. Threnody 1/3/2003
178. To A Much Too Unfortunate Lady 1/13/2003
179. To Newcastle 1/3/2003
180. Tombstones In The Starlight 1/3/2003
181. Transition 1/3/2003
182. Two-Volume Novel 1/13/2003
183. Ultimatum 1/3/2003
184. Unfortunate Coincidence 1/3/2003
185. Vers Demode 1/13/2003
186. Verse For A Certain Dog 1/3/2003
187. Victoria 1/13/2003
188. Wail 1/3/2003
189. Walter Savage Landor 1/13/2003
190. Wisdom 1/13/2003
191. Words Of Comfort To Be Scratched On A Mirror 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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