Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

81. Healed 1/13/2003
82. Wail 1/3/2003
83. Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song 1/13/2003
84. The Danger Of Writing Defiant Verse 1/13/2003
85. Nocturne 1/13/2003
86. Theory 1/13/2003
87. Hearthside 1/13/2003
88. Philosophy 1/13/2003
89. From A Letter From Lesbia 1/13/2003
90. Midnight 1/3/2003
91. The Veteran 1/13/2003
92. The Small Hours 1/13/2003
93. Superfluous Advice 1/13/2003
94. For A Lady Who Must Write Verse 1/13/2003
95. Landscape 1/3/2003
96. Neither Bloody Nor Bowed 1/13/2003
97. Sweet Violets 1/3/2003
98. The New Love 1/13/2003
99. Fable 1/3/2003
100. Rainy Night 1/13/2003
101. Now At Liberty 1/13/2003
102. Sanctuary 1/13/2003
103. The Dark Girl's Rhyme 1/13/2003
104. The Trifler 1/3/2003
105. I Shall Come Back 1/13/2003
106. Tombstones In The Starlight 1/3/2003
107. For A Sad Lady 1/13/2003
108. For A Favorite Granddaughter 1/13/2003
109. Words Of Comfort To Be Scratched On A Mirror 1/3/2003
110. Fulfillment 1/3/2003
111. Two-Volume Novel 1/13/2003
112. Prayer For A New Mother 1/3/2003
113. Song Of One Of The Girls 1/13/2003
114. Song Of Perfect Propriety 1/3/2003
115. The Lady's Reward 1/3/2003
116. Verse For A Certain Dog 1/3/2003
117. Faute De Mieux 1/13/2003
118. Somebody's Song 1/13/2003
119. Finis 1/3/2003
120. Incurable 1/3/2003

Comments about Dorothy Parker

  • Rufina Moor (8/28/2005 6:46:00 PM)

    I adore Dorothy Parker!
    She is one of the most amazing writers and women, with her witty sense of humor and her sarcasm. I love her!

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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

Dilemma

If I were mild, and I were sweet,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
And hailed your easy lies as true;
Were I to murmur "Yes," and then
"How true, my dear," and "Yes," again,
And wear my eyes discreetly down,
And tremble whitely at your frown,
And keep my words unquestioning

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