Dorothy Parker

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

Roundel - Poem by Dorothy Parker

She's passing fair; but so demure is she,
So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair,
That few there are who note her and agree
She's passing fair.

Yet when was ever beauty held more rare
Than simple heart and maiden modesty?
What fostered charms with virtue could compare?

Alas, no lover ever stops to see;
The best that she is offered is the air.
Yet- if the passing mark is minus D-
She's passing fair.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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