Epitaph For A Darling Lady Poem by Dorothy Parker

Epitaph For A Darling Lady

Rating: 2.9


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nina Kolarek 29 January 2015

Leave for her, Dorothy, a red young rose. Then go your way, and save your pity!

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Nina Kolarek 29 January 2015

Leave for her, Dorothy, a red young rose. Then go your way, and save your pity!

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Long Branch / New Jersey
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