Rainy Night (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
Dorothy Parker Poems (188 Poems)
Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence (Dorothy Parker Poems)
So take my vows and scatter them to sea; Who swears the sweetest is no more than human. And say ...
The Evening Primrose (Dorothy Parker Poems)
You know the bloom, unearthly white, That none has seen by morning light- The tender moon, alone, may bare Its ...
The Second Oldest Story (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Go I must along my ways Though my heart be ragged, Dripping bitter through the days, Festering, and jagged. Smile ...
Tombstones in the Starlight (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within ...
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 ...
Condolence (Dorothy Parker Poems)
They hurried here, as soon as you had died, Their faces damp with haste and sympathy, And pressed my hand ...
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 ...
I Shall Come Back (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
Midnight (Dorothy Parker Poems)
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf ...
Partial Comfort (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Whose love is given over-well Shall look on Helen's face in hell, Whilst those whose love is thin and wise ...
Recurrence (Dorothy Parker Poems)
We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still Round and round the little way, Up and ...
Sonnet On An Alpine Night (Dorothy Parker Poems)
My hand, a little raised, might press a star- Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun, So shaped ...
The False Friends (Dorothy Parker Poems)
They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they ...
The Small Hours (Dorothy Parker Poems)
No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay My head on down, to watch the ...
Transition (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Too long and quickly have I lived to vow The woe that stretches me shall never wane, Too often seen ...
Anecdote (Dorothy Parker Poems)
So silent I when Love was by He yawned, and turned away; But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings, I have ...
Convalescent (Dorothy Parker Poems)
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? Love has run and left me, oh, what then? Dream, then, ...
For An Unknown Lady (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Lady, if you'd slumber sound, Keep your eyes upon the ground. If you'd toss and turn at night, Slip your ...
Incurable (Dorothy Parker Poems)
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see ...
Mortal Enemy (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Let another cross his way- She's the one will do the weeping! Little need I fear he'll stray Since I ...
Paths (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I ...
Renunciation (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter; Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad; Hebe's arms were rather whiter; Languorous-lidded Helen had Eyes ...
Story (Dorothy Parker Poems)
"And if he's gone away," said she, "Good riddance, if you're asking me. I'm not a one to lie awake ...
The Flaw In Paganism (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we ...
The Thin Edge (Dorothy Parker Poems)
With you, my heart is quiet here, And all my thoughts are cool as rain. I sit and let the ...
Two-Volume Novel (Dorothy Parker Poems)
The sun's gone dim, and The moon's turned black; For I loved him, and He didn't love back. (Dorothy Parker)
August (Dorothy Parker Poems)
When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled ...
D.G. Rossetti (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti Buried all of his libretti, Thought the matter over - then Went and dug them up again. ...
From A Letter From Lesbia (Dorothy Parker Poems)
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away! And let me tend you this advice, my dear: Take any lover ...