Story Of Mrs. W- (Dorothy Parker Poems)
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, "How gay 'twould beTo hang ...
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes, Nor seek to ...
If she had been beautiful, even, Or wiser than women about her, Or had moved with a certain defiance; If ...
Dearest one, when I am dead Never seek to follow me. Never mount the quiet hill Where the copper leaves ...
There still are kindly things for me to know, Who am afraid to dream, afraid to feel- This little chair ...
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