Dorothy Parker

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

My Own

Poem by Dorothy Parker

Then let them point my every tear,
And let them mock and moan;
Another week, another year,
And I'll be with my own

Who slumber now by night and day
In fields of level brown;
Whose hearts within their breasts were clay
Before they laid them down.


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  • Lindbergh HughesLindbergh Hughes (11/19/2009 6:11:00 AM)

    Very touchable and romantic, too!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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