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 ...
Lady, if you'd slumber sound, Keep your eyes upon the ground. If you'd toss and turn at night, Slip your ...
I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend, Of worry and strain and doubt; Before we begin, let us view the ...
A nobler king had never breath- I say it now, and said it then. Who weds with such is wed ...
The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light; They'd rather ...
Joy stayed with me a night -- Young and free and fair -- And in the morning light He left ...
When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I ...
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you; Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams. Wrapped in its perfumes, the ...
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf ...
So let me have the rouge again, And comb my hair the curly way. The poor young men, the dear ...
Dearest one, when I am dead Never seek to follow me. Never mount the quiet hill Where the copper leaves ...
I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, ...
I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying, But my heart drags ...
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, And drink your rushing words with eager lips, And paint ...
Oh, let it be a night of lyric rain And singing breezes, when my bell is tolled. I have so ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
And now I have another lad! No longer need you tell How all my nights are slow and sad For ...
I think, no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter ...
Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? ...
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? Love has run and left me, oh, what then? Dream, then, ...
No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay My head on down, to watch the ...
Were you to cross the world, my dear, To work or love or fight, I could be calm and wistful ...
Back of my back, they talk of me, Gabble and honk and hiss; Let them batten, and let them be- ...
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