Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

41. Testament 1/13/2003
42. Recurrence 1/13/2003
43. D.G. Rossetti 1/3/2003
44. Harriet Beecher Stowe 1/13/2003
45. The Maid-Servant At The Inn 1/13/2003
46. Temps Perdu 1/13/2003
47. Portrait Of The Artist 1/3/2003
48. Pattern 1/13/2003
49. Mortal Enemy 1/13/2003
50. Reuben's Children 1/13/2003
51. The Whistling Girl 1/13/2003
52. Summary 1/13/2003
53. Ornithology For Beginners 1/13/2003
54. Vers Demode 1/13/2003
55. Prayer For A Prayer 1/13/2003
56. Guinevere At Her Fireside 1/3/2003
57. Hearthside 1/13/2003
58. The Small Hours 1/13/2003
59. Plea 1/13/2003
60. Convalescent 1/13/2003
61. There Was One 1/13/2003
62. Lines On Reading Too Many Poets 1/13/2003
63. The Trifler 1/3/2003
64. Song In A Minor Key 1/3/2003
65. Parable For A Certain Virgin 1/13/2003
66. Prisoner 1/13/2003
67. Second Love 1/13/2003
68. The Searched Soul 1/3/2003
69. To A Much Too Unfortunate Lady 1/13/2003
70. The Last Question 1/13/2003
71. Garden-Spot 1/13/2003
72. My Own 1/13/2003
73. The Burned Child 1/13/2003
74. Song Of One Of The Girls 1/13/2003
75. Nocturne 1/13/2003
76. The Second Oldest Story 1/13/2003
77. Thought For A Sunshiny Morning 1/13/2003
78. Paths 1/13/2003
79. The Apple Tree 1/13/2003
80. From A Letter From Lesbia 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

Recurrence

We shall have our little day.
Take my hand and travel still
Round and round the little way,
Up and down the little hill.

It is good to love again;
Scan the renovated skies,
Dip and drive the idling pen,
Sweetly tint the paling lies.

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