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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Recurrence

We shall have our little day.
Take my hand and travel still
Round and round the little way,
Up and down the little hill.

It is good to love again;
Scan the renovated skies,
Dip and drive the idling pen,
Sweetly tint the paling lies.

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