Dorothy Parker (22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
The Thin Edge
With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year
Go by before the windowpane,
And reach my hand to yours, my dear . . .
I wonder what it's like in Spain.
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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