Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

1. Poem In The American Manner 12/1/2015
2. General Review Of The Sex Situation 6/24/2016
3. Parties: A Hymn Of Hate 3/17/2014
4. The Passionate Freudian To His Love 3/17/2014
5. Thomas Carlyle 1/13/2003
6. Prologue To A Saga 1/3/2003
7. Rondeau RedoublÉ 1/13/2003
8. Walter Savage Landor 1/13/2003
9. The Leal 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet On An Alpine Night 1/13/2003
11. Pour Prendre Conge 1/13/2003
12. Partial Comfort 1/3/2003
13. Story Of Mrs. W- 1/13/2003
14. Renunciation 1/13/2003
15. Roundel 1/13/2003
16. The Homebody 1/13/2003
17. George Gissing 1/13/2003
18. Reuben's Children 1/13/2003
19. Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence 1/13/2003
20. Requiescat 1/13/2003
21. The Evening Primrose 1/13/2003
22. George Sand 1/13/2003
23. Iseult Of Brittany 1/13/2003
24. Salome's Dancing-Lesson 1/3/2003
25. Harriet Beecher Stowe 1/13/2003
26. There Was One 1/13/2003
27. Victoria 1/13/2003
28. Post-Graduate 1/13/2003
29. The Dramatists 1/13/2003
30. The Maid-Servant At The Inn 1/13/2003
31. The Willow 1/13/2003
32. The Immortals 1/13/2003
33. Story 1/13/2003
34. Temps Perdu 1/13/2003
35. Ornithology For Beginners 1/13/2003
36. Sight 1/13/2003
37. Portrait Of The Artist 1/3/2003
38. They Part 1/13/2003
39. Liebestod 1/13/2003
40. Paths 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

Read the full of A Very Short Song

Transition

Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know- again the shriveled bough
Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
And these hard lands be quivering with grain-
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

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