Dorothy Parker (22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
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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