Dorothy Parker (22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
Poems of Dorothy Parker
| 121. | Sight | 1/13/2003 |
| 122. | Social Note | 1/13/2003 |
| 123. | Solace | 1/3/2003 |
| 124. | Somebody's Song | 1/13/2003 |
| 125. | Song in a Minor Key | 1/3/2003 |
| 126. | Song Of One Of The Girls | 1/13/2003 |
| 127. | Song of Perfect Propriety | 1/3/2003 |
| 128. | Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence | 1/13/2003 |
| 129. | Sonnet On An Alpine Night | 1/13/2003 |
| 130. | Story | 1/13/2003 |
| 131. | Story of Mrs. W- | 1/13/2003 |
| 132. | Summary | 1/13/2003 |
| 133. | Superfluous Advice | 1/13/2003 |
| 134. | Surprise | 1/3/2003 |
| 135. | Sweet Violets | 1/3/2003 |
| 136. | Symptom Recital | 1/13/2003 |
| 137. | Temps Perdu | 1/13/2003 |
| 138. | Testament | 1/13/2003 |
| 139. | The Apple Tree | 1/13/2003 |
| 140. | The Burned Child | 1/13/2003 |
Song in a Minor Key
There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
And wayward vines go roaming,
Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god
Is pale, in scented gloaming.
And at sunset there comes a lady fair
Whose eyes are deep with yearning.
By an old, old gate does the lady wait
Her own true love's returning.
