Dorothy Parker

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

Prologue To A Saga - Poem by Dorothy Parker

Maidens, gather not the yew,
Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping;
Any lad was born untrue,
Never a one is fit your weeping.

Pretty dears, your tumult cease;
Love's a fardel, burthening double.
Clear your hearts, and have you peace-
Gangway, girls: I'll show you trouble.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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