One Perfect Rose Poem by Dorothy Parker
One Perfect Rose
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
mermaid man and barnacal boy say.............she spelt flower wrong
I rich Reynolds I see what you mean she is wonderful se showed the best time of my life last I hope she did hat to you too oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Heard this recited in a Christmas movie...Sweet, succinct yet quite poetically compendious.
What Mae West might've written if she had time for more than a wise-crack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/10/2024 10:52:11 AM # 1.0.0
dorothy parker is wonderful