Dorothy Parker Poems

Say my love is easy had,
Say I'm bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad-
Still behold me at your side.
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You know the bloom, unearthly white,
That none has seen by morning light-
The tender moon, alone, may bare
Its beauty to the secret air.
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Little things that no one needs --
Little things to joke about --
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
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I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend,
Of worry and strain and doubt;
Before we begin, let us view the end,
And maybe I'll do without.
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He'd have given me rolling lands,
Houses of marble, and billowing farms,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,
Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.
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Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
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Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street,
Who's to say it mattered?
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If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide;
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