Dorothy Parker

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

Lines On Reading Too Many Poets - Poem by Dorothy Parker

Roses, rooted warm in earth,
Bud in rhyme, another age;
Lilies know a ghostly birth
Strewn along a patterned page;
Golden lad and chimbley sweep
Die; and so their song shall keep.

Wind that in Arcadia starts
In and out a couplet plays;
And the drums of bitter hearts
Beat the measure of a phrase.
Sweets and woes but come to print
Quae cum ita sint.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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