Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

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

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;
Were I to murmur "Yes," and then
"How true, my dear," and "Yes," again,
And wear my eyes discreetly down,
And tremble whitely at your frown,
And keep my words unquestioning

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