Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Dorothy Parker Poems

1. The Passionate Freudian To His Love 3/17/2014
2. Parties: A Hymn Of Hate 3/17/2014
3. Walter Savage Landor 1/13/2003
4. Thomas Carlyle 1/13/2003
5. Rondeau RedoublÉ 1/13/2003
6. The Immortals 1/13/2003
7. The Homebody 1/13/2003
8. The Leal 1/13/2003
9. The Sea 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet On An Alpine Night 1/13/2003
11. The Willow 1/13/2003
12. Victoria 1/13/2003
13. Story Of Mrs. W- 1/13/2003
14. The Searched Soul 1/3/2003
15. Vers Demode 1/13/2003
16. Pour Prendre Conge 1/13/2003
17. The Evening Primrose 1/13/2003
18. Prologue To A Saga 1/3/2003
19. George Gissing 1/13/2003
20. The Thin Edge 1/13/2003
21. The Satin Dress 1/13/2003
22. D.G. Rossetti 1/3/2003
23. There Was One 1/13/2003
24. Temps Perdu 1/13/2003
25. They Part 1/13/2003
26. The White Lady 1/13/2003
27. The Small Hours 1/13/2003
28. Roundel 1/13/2003
29. Convalescent 1/13/2003
30. The Maid-Servant At The Inn 1/13/2003
31. Iseult Of Brittany 1/13/2003
32. The Trifler 1/3/2003
33. The New Love 1/13/2003
34. Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence 1/13/2003
35. Story 1/13/2003
36. Renunciation 1/13/2003
37. The Second Oldest Story 1/13/2003
38. Of A Woman, Dead Young 1/3/2003
39. The Dark Girl's Rhyme 1/13/2003
40. Liebestod 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

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Transition

Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know- again the shriveled bough
Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
And these hard lands be quivering with grain-
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

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