Dorothy Parker

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

August


When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
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  • Naveed Khalid (9/19/2013 7:45:00 AM)

    What a treat for eyes! I seek no pleasure in stalwarts! I love the way the poem moves me with the pen. Great write. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Lasalle (7/19/2012 4:09:00 PM)

    The imagery is a beautiful realm where the words cast an open meadow of wild flowers rolling as far as
    the eyes can see, the sense of youth and eternity are entwined into one concept. What is time to a physical existence? And how do we control it? The mindset is a masterful play of pastel color and a depth that
    reaches new understanding. (Report) Reply

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (6/29/2009 6:51:00 AM)

    Perfect imagery and vivid picturesque masterpiece! Clever and creative style that interweaves content with the meaning - amazing talent! (Report) Reply

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