Dorothy Parker

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

Second Love - Poem by Dorothy Parker

"So surely is she mine," you say, and turn
Your quick and steady mind to harder things-
To bills and bonds and talk of what men earn-
And whistle up the stair, of evenings.
And do you see a dream behind my eyes,
Or ask a simple question twice of me-
"Thus women are," you say; for men are wise
And tolerant, in their security.

How shall I count the midnights I have known
When calm you turn to me, nor feel me start,
To find my easy lips upon your own
And know my breast beneath your rhythmic heart.
Your god defer the day I tell you this:
My lad, my lad, it is not you I kiss!

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  • Rookie Lydia Eby (5/8/2006 9:28:00 PM)

    Heh, I like this one. The last line is excellent and really makes the title perfect. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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