Dorothy Parker

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

Coda - Poem by Dorothy Parker

There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?

Comments about Coda by Dorothy Parker

  • Rookie Carol Constantino (4/23/2012 12:03:00 PM)

    Yes, this poem is one that brings a smile to my face. I like her description of love as a permanent flop. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,384 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (12/29/2009 8:47:00 AM)

    Ms. Parker's style always give me a smile, brisk, cutting, and definitely remarkable. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Brittanie Thornton (4/15/2009 3:59:00 PM)

    This made me smile. I like the ending very much. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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