Dorothy Parker

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

The New Love - Poem by Dorothy Parker

If it shine or if it rain,
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.

At my door's another lad;
Here's his flower in my hair.
If he see me pale and sad,
Will he see me fair?

I sit looking at the floor.
Little will I think or say
If he seek another door;
Even if he stay.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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