Dorothy Parker

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

The Burned Child - Poem by Dorothy Parker

Love has had his way with me.
This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,

Shot, and saw the feathered shaft
Dripping bright and bitter red.
He that shrugged his wings and laughed-
Better had he left me dead.

Sweet, why do you plead me, then,
Who have bled so sore of that?
Could I bear it once again? . . .
Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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