Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?
Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
A newly spaded mound?
Gentle beam, shall I implore
Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
A pair of lying lips?
Swing you low or high away,
Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say-
Lest you should grant me him.
A beautiful prayer, remaining timid and submissive, only with an intense wish ...... Lest you should grant me him. ... too good
Sounds like Dorothy knew what she wanted - but was at the same time fearful that she would be granted him. Perhaps it had something to do with the mention of a liar.... Miss Parker was an absolute pistol!
Great engaging style! Straight easy-to-read and definitely and enjoyable poem. Dorothy Parker's style is no frills style and she writes simply without prolixity and she does not make the reader try to find his way out of a literary maze of words. Real poetry!
My only wish I dare not say- Lest you should grant me him..... Brilliant expression to expose the obsessive heart. Enjoyed.
Dorothy Parker was a one of kind woman and poetess. An incredible imagination to project great rhyme and subject matter. Sometimes with a poetic, cutting edge satire and thank goodness for that. Thank you Dorothy Parker and sleep well. Sleep well.
Sleep well good Dorothy. Sleep well. For you were one of a kind. And thank you. You are Heaven's gain.
Another delightful poem. Dorothy Parker's work is among the best as far as I'm concerned.
A beautiful poem by the witty and acerbic but always brilliant Dorothy Parker. A poem displaying her feelings, hopes and desires also her feelings of a loss. A magnificent and brilliant woman of her time. Sleep well good Dorothy and thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delicious poem! Oh so childlike but again a master of knowing what you want! How gracious. Very good poem