Victoria Gauci

Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker I love your mouth,
Your witted words do splendor,
Sitting 'round the table round,
Money earned to spend more,

Never letting men thrash you,
You were more of a man they were,
Never caring who you offended,
With your smitten word,

Bold as any who held a pen,
You wrote your thoughts profound,
Often though your heart plenty,
Were shards upon the ground,

Those knights around the table round,
Friends and comrades up in arms,
Couldn't hold a candle to you,
Your tongue could set off alarms,

Go well into sleep you darling woman,
For your words are still admired,
A rare bird amongst the toads,
With blood as gasoline to fire.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 20, 2012

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  • Callie CarrollCallie Carroll (1/20/2012 12:55:00 PM)

    I love the last stanza and the realization that someone else has read and admired DP. I met her in college accompanying a soprano on an art song about men. It was pure gasoline to my mind.

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  • Dave Walker (1/20/2012 10:54:00 AM)

    A really wonderfull poem, a great write.

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