Dorothy Parker

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

Dorothy Parker Poems

161. Observation 1/3/2003
162. Ballade At Thirty-Five 1/3/2003
163. After Spanish Proverb 1/13/2003
164. Penelope 1/13/2003
165. Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear 1/13/2003
166. Love Song 1/3/2003
167. Fair Weather 1/13/2003
168. Inscription For The Ceiling Of A Bedroom 1/3/2003
169. Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals 1/3/2003
170. The Choice 1/13/2003
171. Distance 1/13/2003
172. Anecdote 1/13/2003
173. A Portrait 1/13/2003
174. Coda 1/13/2003
175. Autumn Valentine 1/13/2003
176. Bohemia 1/13/2003
177. The Trusting Heart 1/3/2003
178. Indian Summer 1/13/2003
179. Men 1/13/2003
180. A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature 1/13/2003
181. Unfortunate Coincidence 1/3/2003
182. A Well-Worn Story 1/13/2003
183. August 1/13/2003
184. Afternoon 1/13/2003
185. Frustration 1/3/2003
186. A Fairly Sad Tale 1/13/2003
187. One Perfect Rose 1/3/2003
188. But Not Forgotten 1/13/2003
189. Resumé 1/3/2003
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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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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