Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

121. The Veteran 1/13/2003
122. Little Words 1/3/2003
123. The Flaw In Paganism 1/13/2003
124. Fulfillment 1/3/2003
125. Somebody's Song 1/13/2003
126. Song Of Perfect Propriety 1/3/2003
127. Daylight Saving 1/13/2003
128. Interview 1/3/2003
129. Faute De Mieux 1/13/2003
130. I Know I Have Been Happiest 1/13/2003
131. Solace 1/3/2003
132. Inventory 1/3/2003
133. Charles Dickens 1/13/2003
134. Threnody 1/3/2003
135. Finis 1/3/2003
136. For An Unknown Lady 1/13/2003
137. The Lady's Reward 1/3/2003
138. The False Friends 1/13/2003
139. Ultimatum 1/3/2003
140. Condolence 1/13/2003
141. Braggart 1/13/2003
142. Symptom Recital 1/13/2003
143. Social Note 1/13/2003
144. Bric-A-Brac 1/3/2003
145. Inscription For The Ceiling Of A Bedroom 1/3/2003
146. Alexandre Dumas And His Son 1/13/2003
147. De Profundis 1/13/2003
148. Comment 1/3/2003
149. Fighting Words 1/13/2003
150. Light Of Love 1/13/2003
151. Dilemma 1/13/2003
152. Love Song 1/3/2003
153. Oscar Wilde 1/13/2003
154. Epitaph For A Darling Lady 1/3/2003
155. Autobiography 1/13/2003
156. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1/13/2003
157. Observation 1/3/2003
158. Experience 1/13/2003
159. Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear 1/13/2003
160. The Choice 1/13/2003

Comments about Dorothy Parker

  • Marisa Samuels (9/22/2006 4:45:00 PM)

    In Dorothy Parker's 'The Dark Girl's Rhyme', there is an error. It's 'folk of mud and flame', not 'folk of mud and name.' Every Dorothy Parker reference on the internet (that I have found) has the same error.

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  • 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.

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Song In A Minor Key

There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
And wayward vines go roaming,
Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god
Is pale, in scented gloaming.
And at sunset there comes a lady fair
Whose eyes are deep with yearning.
By an old, old gate does the lady wait
Her own true love's returning.

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