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 ...
Should Heaven send me any son, I hope he's not like Tennyson. I'd rather have him play a fiddle Than ...
They hurried here, as soon as you had died, Their faces damp with haste and sympathy, And pressed my hand ...
And let her loves, when she is dead, Write this above her bones: "No more she lives to give us ...
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf ...
Whose love is given over-well Shall look on Helen's face in hell, Whilst those whose love is thin and wise ...
We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still Round and round the little way, Up and ...
My hand, a little raised, might press a star- Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun, So shaped ...
They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they ...
No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay My head on down, to watch the ...
Too long and quickly have I lived to vow The woe that stretches me shall never wane, Too often seen ...
So silent I when Love was by He yawned, and turned away; But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings, I have ...
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? Love has run and left me, oh, what then? Dream, then, ...
Lady, if you'd slumber sound, Keep your eyes upon the ground. If you'd toss and turn at night, Slip your ...
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see ...
Let another cross his way- She's the one will do the weeping! Little need I fear he'll stray Since I ...
I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I ...
Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter; Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad; Hebe's arms were rather whiter; Languorous-lidded Helen had Eyes ...
"And if he's gone away," said she, "Good riddance, if you're asking me. I'm not a one to lie awake ...
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we ...
With you, my heart is quiet here, And all my thoughts are cool as rain. I sit and let the ...
The sun's gone dim, and The moon's turned black; For I loved him, and He didn't love back. (Dorothy Parker)
When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled ...
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