Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Epitaph For A Darling Lady - Poem by Dorothy Parker

All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.

Shiny day on shiny day
Tumble in a rainbow clutter,
As she flipped them all away,
Sent them spinning down the gutter.

Leave for her a red young rose,
Go your way, and save your pity;
She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty.


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  • (1/29/2015 7:39:00 AM)


    Leave for her, Dorothy, a red young rose.

    Then go your way, and save your pity!
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  • (1/29/2015 7:39:00 AM)


    Leave for her, Dorothy, a red young rose.

    Then go your way, and save your pity!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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