Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

161. Epitaph 1/13/2003
162. Ballade Of A Great Weariness 1/13/2003
163. Penelope 1/13/2003
164. Ballade At Thirty-Five 1/3/2003
165. Anecdote 1/13/2003
166. On Being A Woman 1/13/2003
167. Light Of Love 1/13/2003
168. Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals 1/3/2003
169. Dilemma 1/13/2003
170. Love Song 1/3/2003
171. Distance 1/13/2003
172. Fair Weather 1/13/2003
173. Bohemia 1/13/2003
174. A Portrait 1/13/2003
175. Indian Summer 1/13/2003
176. Coda 1/13/2003
177. Unfortunate Coincidence 1/3/2003
178. Autumn Valentine 1/13/2003
179. Men 1/13/2003
180. A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature 1/13/2003
181. August 1/13/2003
182. A Well-Worn Story 1/13/2003
183. The Trusting Heart 1/3/2003
184. Afternoon 1/13/2003
185. Frustration 1/3/2003
186. One Perfect Rose 1/3/2003
187. A Fairly Sad Tale 1/13/2003
188. Resumé 1/3/2003
189. But Not Forgotten 1/13/2003
190. A Certain Lady 1/3/2003
191. "Star Light, Star Bright--" 1/13/2003
192. A Dream Lies Dead 1/3/2003
193. A Very Short Song 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.

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August

When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;

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