Autumn Valentine Poem by Dorothy Parker

Autumn Valentine

Rating: 2.9

In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.

And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.

Donna Golding 24 June 2008

'What heart was that, it cried'...the heart in question, the author's, is oblivious to its past. Pain and time has altered its state. The memory that was so painful has been forgotten, or lat least, suppressed.

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Gaurav Mittal 07 July 2007

I have not understood the last line - ' 'What heart was that? ' it cried. '. Can somebody please explain it to me.

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M Asim Nehal 08 February 2019

From come september to November is a wonderful season, A wonderful poem.

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Mini Troubadoura 08 February 2019

Love her witty, drama queen nature. So true. We see our slights and heartaches as so big, all consuming until one day, they seem so silly.

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 February 2019

And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. heart breaking. tony

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Adrian Flett 08 February 2019

A smile to the face thanks, as always, from Dorothy Parker..

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Cynthia Buhain-baello 29 June 2009

Extreme pain causes amnesia, even for hearts. Like that of soldiers traumatized by war. Ms. Parker does a great job at creativity here, with the last line as a surprise.

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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker

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