But Not Forgotten Poem by Dorothy Parker
But Not Forgotten
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
Absolutely perfect in every way, each line only inviting zeal for the next... Big fan of Dorothy......
Perfect and profound. Comparison is the best form of flattery, as one is used as the 'standard' others need to measure up to. Great write as always.
This is my fav poem..... read it, it would remind you about something.
An absolutely wonderful poem. I have really taken a strong liking to the poetry of Dorothy Parker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/2/2024 12:05:06 AM # 1.0.0
You will not soon forget my hands; with the muss of life and love. Nice work.