Dorothy Parker Poems (188 Poems)
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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 wish a wedding-ring,Bright and thin and round,Or plead you send me covering-A newly spaded mound? Gentle beam, shall I … Continue reading
Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,Telling me stories of lava and snow,Delicate fables of ribbon and lace,Tales of the quarry, the kill, the chase,Longer than heaven and duller than hell-Never you blame … Continue reading
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 of Spring. And I may walk the pretty placeBefore the curtsying hollyhocksAnd laundered daisies, round of face-Good little girls, in … Continue reading
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 wish a wedding-ring, Bright and thin and round,Or plead you send me covering- A newly spaded mound? … Continue reading
Pictures In The Smoke (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;The second love was water, in a clear white cup;The third love was his, and the fourth was mine;And after that, I always get them all mixed up. (Dorothy Parker)
Résumé (Dorothy Parker Poems)
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)
Cherry White (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, “How gay ‘twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree.” (Dorothy Parker)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Should Heaven send me any son, I hope he’s not like Tennyson. I’d rather have him play a fiddle Than rise and bow and speak an idyll. (Dorothy Parker)
Condolence (Dorothy Parker Poems)
They hurried here, as soon as you had died, Their faces damp with haste and sympathy, And pressed my hand in theirs, and smoothed my knee, And clicked their tongues, and watched me, mournful-eyed. Gently they told me of that … Continue reading
For A Sad Lady (Dorothy Parker Poems)
And let her loves, when she is dead, Write this above her bones: “No more she lives to give us bread Who asked her only stones.” (Dorothy Parker)
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