A Well-Worn Story Poem by Dorothy Parker

A Well-Worn Story

Rating: 3.4


In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cynthia Buhain-baello 27 February 2012

Wonderful, classic, witty and very well-written.

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* Sunprincess * 19 March 2014

........my favourite stanza.. Now what should I do in this place But sit and count the chimes, And splash cold water on my face And spoil a page with rhymes?

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J.K Rowling 30 November 2018

Horrible poem. Dorothy Parker you should retire.

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Dorothy Parker 30 November 2018

I didn't expect that from somebody as famous as you.Harry Potter is dead anyways lol.

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Leslie Cory-Milligan 05 January 2022

I'm disheartened to read JK Rowling's ruthless comment on Dorothy Parker! Her comment speaks volumes on her lack of class…

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Nabakishore Dash. 24 August 2021

A beautifully expressed poem.

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Richard Wlodarski 23 December 2019

An excellent write! And that last line is a real stunner!

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Leslie Cory-Milligan 05 January 2022

I agree! The image is crystal clear.

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Anil Kumar Panda 23 December 2019

A story told in a very interesting way. Loved it.

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Glen Kappy 23 December 2019

if we write poetry, a consolation of a bad experience might be a poem we write about it. -gk

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