Friday, January 3, 2003

A Certain Lady Comments

Rating: 3.6

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.


Dorothy Parker
Dr Dillip K Swain 24 August 2021

When you rehearse your list of loves.... wonderful expression!

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S. Wesley Mcgranor 28 February 2021

Sick, if not for a sordid woman's character.

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Chinedu Dike 23 February 2021

An insightful piece of poetry

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Clyde King 23 February 2021

Dorothy Parker was a great short story and novel writer as well.

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Mann Bhatia 02 August 2016

I can't express in words what i feel about this beautiful poem.

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Minnie Froh 23 January 2016

an excellent poetess.i love this poem

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Christine Still 09 February 2015

I think this is the penultimate Dorothy Parker and I really never notice the rhyming because it is so natural, it just seems to happen rather than the author stretching to rhyme; one mark of an excellent poet to me.

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irina Fisher 18 June 2014

One of my favourites by her, such ability to express a strong feeling, passion, yet not tell it to the loved one. Great!

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Deborah Goschy 08 April 2013

I like the phrase drink your rushing words with eager lips. The protagonist is communicating her desire, her thirst for his attention. The phrase trace your brow with tutored fingertips makes me wonder how intimate her relationship is with this other person. Are they lovers of some sort? But the last line shows that this lack of consideration is a two way street: when he's away she might be having some adventures of her own.

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Jessica Hughes 04 December 2011

absolutely love this poem. Here Dorothy leaves you in limbo of her thoughts. I picture a mischievous smile.

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Naveed Akram 23 April 2008

This is a poetic feeling expressed about the beautiful lady that is to be your very own. Words can run marvellously from the lips, and thoughts can be contrived after much meaningful talk. It is straightforward in its look, with relevant words according to the aim of a woman. Listening from this woman has collected a great deal of knowledge too eager for people in general. In the space of two stanzas a great schism has been revealed. It must be resolved. Pleasing is the sense of this poem, as a poem about love and passion. It is like an exposure of woman’s thinking, and what the thoughts are in their appearance. Indeed, the whole poem is rather gay and complimenting.

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Dimitri Alexis 22 July 2006

My heart aches for the women I have loved, and those to come. Alcohol clouds my mind at this time. There is an emptiness, I am always searching, learning and not understanding. Yet, there is still hope. My hands yearn to touch the face of one I haven't met... Save me from myself, I am love.

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