Dorothy Parker (22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They'll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They'd make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They'd alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.
Dorothy Parker's Other Poems
- "Star Light, Star Bright--"
- A Certain Lady
- A Dream Lies Dead
- A Fairly Sad Tale
- A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature
- A Portrait
- A Very Short Song
- A Well-Worn Story
- After Spanish Proverb
- Alexandre Dumas And His Son
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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