Star Light, Star Bright (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Star, that gives a gracious dole,What am I to choose?Oh, will it be a shriven soul,Or little buckled shoes?Shall I ...
Star, that gives a gracious dole,What am I to choose?Oh, will it be a shriven soul,Or little buckled shoes?Shall I ...
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,Telling me stories of lava and snow,Delicate ...
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
Star, that gives a gracious dole, What am I to choose?Oh, will it be a shriven soul, Or little buckled ...
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;The second love was water, in a clear white cup;The third ...
Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;Acids stain you;And drugs cause cramp.Guns aren't lawful;Nooses give;Gas smells awful;You might as well live.(Dorothy Parker)
I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, "How gay 'twould beTo hang ...
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, And drink your rushing words with eager lips, And paint ...
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing ...
Were you to cross the world, my dear, To work or love or fight, I could be calm and wistful ...
Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman ...
Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things ...
Always I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying), Now it is part of the ...
Oh, lead me to a quiet cell Where never footfall rankles, And bar the window passing well, And gyve my ...
My land is bare of chattering folk; The clouds are low along the ridges, And sweet's the air with curly ...
I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, ...
New love, new love, where are you to lead me? All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line. ...
I cannot rest, I cannot rest In straight and shiny wood, My woven hands upon my breast-- The dead are ...
Dear dead Victoria Rotted cosily; In excelsis gloria, And R. I. P. And her shroud was buttoned neat, And her ...
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes, Nor seek to ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
The first time I died, I walked my ways; I followed the file of limping days. I held me tall, ...
When I admit neglect of Gissing, They say I don't know what I'm missing. Until their arguments are subtler, I ...
So delicate my hands, and long, They might have been my pride. And there were those to make them song ...
Little white love, your way you've taken; Now I am left alone, alone. Little white love, my heart's forsaken. (Whom ...
Hope it was that tutored me, And Love that taught me more; And now I learn at Sorrow's knee The ...
"So surely is she mine," you say, and turn Your quick and steady mind to harder things- To bills and ...
I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying, But my heart drags ...
The friends I made have slipped and strayed, And who's the one that cares? A trifling lot and best forgot- ...
On sweet young earth where the myrtle presses, Long we lay, when the May was new; The willow was winding ...
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